Pride - Is A 'stick' - Poem by Liza Sud
Pride - is a 'stick' that even itself can curb.
'I' - is self-managed, but nevertheless is driven.
Publican 'waiting forever, ' the soul by doubt twirl -
'Childish mind games' - before you're entombed forever.
Today each 'goes' with unrealizable sadness.
Reality - is there, but there is nevertheless an invisible world.
We say 'we think' - to the selfish Imperor flattering.
'We pull the band, ' 'and don't fly' in civilizations of 'cold'.
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