shakespear wrote:Eve & Adam
It is me who one day knocked your door
And you are who meanwhile asked me to come in
And you are yourself who gave me the delicious apple
And tempted me to eat it
You are now asking me to go out
And warning me not to come close
to your palace.
Where is your promising hope?
Nothing can be seen on the horizon but mirage
Where are your promises?
Were they dust as foam?
Were they mere nonsense?
Don't you remember your words?
Now I know your falsity
But after it's too late
I roved all countries, holding my troubles
Which were parts of me
Part of my memories
I wanted to bury them
As a miserable one
Wanting to bury his killed brother
I held my troubles
As a traveller holding his bags
Aiming to reach behind boundaries
And he will not
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