The entire interest covered by a veil of secrecy,
Wanting to hide from the ubiquitous eyes.
Painted ladies miss him,
But with it they put themselves on display…
All the power of the mystery is hidden in the solution,
And that not everyone will be on the shoulder.
The beauty of it is that secrets are sweet,
Yes from them romance pulls for a mile…
But they are seductive charm,
For stupid and inquisitive fools.
These are conducted, boasting of their recognition,
By putting yourself in a bunch of complete fools…
But interest has a fatal desire,
Where both risk and death are forever betrothed.
God, sometimes, has expressed his compassion,
Will tell the fool: all, your days are numbered…
And interest has its own personal critic,
And a reviewer in every one of his problems.
For an incorrect answer drives those to a standstill,
Who is looking for an answer in complicated guesses…
02.01.20.
And interest is like a flea-trap for fools,
Exuding a clear spirit of adventure.
Luring into the world of mummers ghosts,
Fools and, even, without making exceptions...