The fiction of the life is here.
The picture depicts the love.
The mirror transparent but clear.
It isn't the whole but the half.
Prosperity and picturesque image
It wears in itself the wrong side,
It shows the shell of the visage
Which is absolutely pride.
The piece of the heart is stolen.
In spite of the fact it is drawn like smile.
The sparkle is over.
It'is known as wild.
No poison but creature still here
And waits for the time
To see that the sneer
Must flash across the mind.
Rediculous and smilin face
Is made to be a good reflection.
The idea to show the charming grace
Only to be a bad protection.
To feel t5he life can heart and soul,
Prediction is not the way to the truth.
The mirror is too small
To contain the image of the Muse.
The part of life and cruel truth
Can spoil with the time and die.
The paleness of the face not for the boost.
The sight isn't yours or mine.
unreal fact of coolness and dependence,
The lost chance isn't possible to return,
Only the image of the continued sadness
And then one moment to moan.
The blindness and the weakness is the fake,
Crowd see the measerable eyes,
The only master is the fate,
One can't the image realise.
The artist had the good idea,
He hid the force of sheer wit.
His ambitious sneer
It's not the wholebut a bit.