You’re fake
All from the beginning to the end.
Your smiles don’t count
Nor they make
You any good on long, long way,
Cause all you are
Is fake, fake, fake…
You can continuously pray
Or ask for blessings
Or remake
Those bows deep in front of monks
Or ask the questions,
Make remarks
Or meditate all day and night,
It doesn’t matter:
All these - lie.
Love doesn’t grow in your heart
And words fall aimlessly apart.
Your small remark
Can tell the truth,
Dropped little word
Without judgement.
And pretty image built by you
Will dissipate as fog enlightened.
Fake
© Copyright: Рада Панина, 2018
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