10 I have so many images of me, As if you send me multitudes of sisters. One sister cries, Another is serene. One sister stays, Another one is leaving, And I am lost between my fighting twins. I have so many images of you, As if you come with multitudes of brothers. Some brothers gleam, When other brothers gloom. One brother stole my laughter, but another Holds in his hand the tears I did not use. I'm looking for my image Which is lost. I need your brother who now owns my image. Your brothers built a maze with many walls. Behind the walls, Your brothers call my sisters. I miss, I need my sister whom you hold.







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