Mirror’s Tale

In the precinct of thy eyes
Why a devil dancing
Now the lips cry
Why an evil glancing
Poverty of compassion
Through intestine running
Wisdom to the rudder drying
Saying black the white and vice versa
Lies and truth
And their palatable cocktail
Being served in an earthen tumbler
The murky mirror observed this
When he fixed his face on
©jeyforyou

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