Magician - Poem by Kong Yin
Others call me a great magician
but I have never acknowledged that title.
Wearing a black tuxedo
and a theatrical hat
I confidently wave my magic wand
and conquer the audience.
Over time, I have sharpened my skills.
I have learned
how to transform one gold piece into many
how to hypnotize a pomegranate
and train it to control the will of others
how to hide my sadness
in an unsuspected corner of my mind.
Nevertheless, in storms of applause
I bow my head in embarrassment
for I have not learned how to
open the window of my soul
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