Sadness has found her brow
A free ground to cast its shadow
Her teeth now crouch its bloom
Behind her mouth's gloom
And now, shame wrestles her eyes
Because with all the wiles
I refused to kiss her lips coated with lies.
Should I had pad my ears with pretense
And blindfold my eyes from the evidence,
Hmmm, she knows me too well...
I know her too well.
She shouldn't be striving to be skillful
Knowing well I will never fall a fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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