False

Just a poem

False.

That when the truth,

Turns into lies,

Betrays the soul,

And tricks the eyes

And the blinding sun,

Declines to shine

How could I give

What is not mine?

When, little by little

It fades away,

And night resumes

Killing of the day

Slowly, then after

A silent while,

Fools start wearing,

Their empty smile