Woes Versus Rues IV
Our veiled words
And adamant liaison
"Where are they? "
I asked myself, I ask you
Knowing full that I have changed
Under a stronger harlequinade
I no longer recognize the mirrors
Or the aborted reticence
Even in your generosity
I guess we've lost the man,
Who named you once
"Sybella, the lady of secrets."
poem by Norman Santos
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