The Mentor Poem by Avni Turan
The Mentor
'a tear,
and a few new messages.
blast out thy voice,
not hideth behind drear.'
Said the old wise man,
from the ancient times
when I used to be a fan
of the things before glides.
give answer to these questions,
they await your different masks.
show not your poker face to provide solutions.
they act as if it's one of your tasks.
—But it's not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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