The cheese waits for mice,
gentle gaze and stare,
often, lures to step in.
Now, the middle gets messy,
things make dizzy.

the beginning is always nice,
holding hands in bright light,
shining all the way to spice.
uproarious promise and hope,
falls straight down to earth.

Did you see it?
Lies falls unnounced
breaks the unbreakable,
that’s the place,
The lies of my heart.

Jan Balan

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