Illusion
Maybe
You
should pray
that one day
everything that you did wrong
will disappear at the hitting of a gong
or that all the lies you spread would be erased with cunning smiles
from lips that told what they believed to be a way to make a passing road or simple test
unnecessarily easy;
the strive to change what has occurred as useful as it could be,
another lie to cover what they can see
is all illusion of cowardice
of who has
no chance
with
dice.
Copyright © Luminita Stoica | Year Posted 2007
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