Стихи

The Tree

The muse that endows me with inspiration,
It gives me knowledge, fuels my desire,
The tree with fruits, reminding The Creation,
The banishment from Eden, sacred ire.

Its trunk is snake, however fruits—veracity.
I want to tear them off the plant and eat.
Though it's induced Adam's and Eva's quit,
But man's acquired mind and perspicacity.

The serpent came up with an exhortation
That I'd root novelty and exploration,
I ought to taste the juicy fruit. And liar
Ignited my decision fast, as fire.

What, good or evil renders me capacity—
To think? The borders are indefinite.
My chamber's tree bestows me with vivacity,
It teases me: "Forbidden fruit is sweet."

February 2nd, 2021