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A little muse on our myopic views
“Somewhere Ages and ages hence”
Past all attempts towards defence
Of our doings we begin to see
For both our eyes, we did not see
A little is often taken for too much
That we can’t but be imbeciles as such
Is a sore lesion to life’s beauty
Seldom do we see sense as duty
We think we know while we do not
Immured we live in our cosy cot
This is all life has, thinks the simple mind
Indolent to seek a superior find
Copyright ©
Khashayar Salehi
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