TreacheryA Poem by Lilyi just wrote this for homework.
My mind is like a puppet master, playing my left to right.
However, now things are clear. The passion has fled into the night, The fact that it wont be back is not a fear. The winter, cold and bitter, Yet beautiful in its own way. The leaves have fallen and withered, And I note the time that is day. My mind may deceive me, But I wont have it so. My heart is unleashed and free, Yet so young, it is caught in a stream that run to and fro. But when I compare winter to the wickedness of mind, I am compelled to say that the former is divine. © 2009 LilyAuthor's Note
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