Mirror of Truth — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Radmila Stojadinović
I strip illusions like a tattered cloak,
Beneath them—the world, raw, imperfect.
The sun does not judge the shadows,
Nor does the river ask the stone why it stays.
Mirror of Truth — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Radmila Stojadinović
I strip illusions like a tattered cloak,
Beneath them—the world, raw, imperfect.
The sun does not judge the shadows,
Nor does the river ask the stone why it stays.