The other is your mirror
In him you see your image
You see your own beauty
You see your own hate
While fighting with the other
You are stabbing yourself
Like my sparrow in my notes*
With her bleeding beak
But her flock didn’t repeat it
When it revisited my place
Why wisdom dawn not on man?
Why this repeated blood shed?
*Please read my poem “A Sparrow” with it.
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