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RECOGNITION
Nothing is seen through colorful mirrors Neither a trace, Nor a shadow of light courier
With a candle fighting with darkness Statues with tears in forgotten city appeared naked And there were always men asking for the city’s peace On the window there are naked women like modified trees Who are waiting the knights of pain and bloody return
You wear an inappropriate skirt for your body And we may read books in order to embrace other thoughts Others think that we swallow her glass like fools
Only statues with tears in forgotten appear naked tears Right where love does not have excelling sounds
You pretend that there is no room for catharsis A brain that expects a determined food portion From the guardians...guards of ignorance Guards of darkness that are fighting light rays Today and forever
We grow while harnessing love And love while inheriting hatred This life conversion originates from forgotten temples Where tearful statues appear naked You define it painfully in an astonished state We play with words, play with ideas While shaken by great dilemmas.
Just like our dreams lost in an abyss We succumb to the identity of a tasteless shrub, With bitter and dried fruits
Peter Tase, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
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