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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=464256" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Family Of Seven</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have heard “The mirror tells not a lie, ’<br>I assuming myself the gorgeous one<br>Abased in front of the looking-glass.<br>I was one but the reflections were seven<br>I was baffled either one was in seven or seven were in one, <br>The images were mix: male and female, <br>They all bore my bearings but deformed and mortified<br>And bore the signs of identity on the chests.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A reflection had razor-sharp teeth, the front ones quite naked, <br>Black dishevelled hair it had, and fingers with long nails, <br>And mouth with dots of blood and bore a sign of identity, <br>“Miss. Ferocity.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another image stood along with severity upon the face, <br>The eyes were reddish-brown and the forehead screwed up, <br>Upon the head it had a burnished crown, <br>Not of gold but of iron or steel, <br>The image bore the symbol of individuality, “Mr. Pride.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An image resembling me bore the impressions slack, <br>Yawned time and again with the sleepy eyes, <br>Restless she was as if being delayed to go to bed, <br>She did not seem to have interest except in comforts, <br>The badge on her chest named her, “Miss Lethargy.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An over-fattened bulky stout figure<br>Stood, pressing others with her weight, <br>She inhaled her breath snorting through the nostrils, <br>And looked with avaricious eyes around herself, <br>As if she looked for a feast to be nourished, <br>Time and again she swabbed her dry lips with the tongue, <br>The contents of her identity showed, she was “Miss. Gluttony.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A covetous being stood along with a crown of gold, <br>Her costume was costly well embroidered<br>With the thread golden and silvery, <br>Her pockets were loose but filled with the coins, <br>She had along a handbag overflowing weighty <br>As if spilling over with costly stones, <br>She bore the mark exhibiting her name, “Miss Greed.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A slim smart, sable in colour stood along, a creature, <br>She scowled when the other stood beside her, <br>Black flies hummed around her head, <br>As gloomy thoughts surround the murky minds.<br>She was a bag of bones, she breathed out a blaze <br>When she exhaled as if furnace burnt in her chest, <br>She seemed to have no pleasure since she was born, <br>And did not taste a worthwhile feeling except scorn, <br>She was known amid the figures, “Miss Jealousy.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A strengthless figure with close eyes stood propped, <br>Leaning against the wall, seemed to be in slumber<br>Since centuries, I might have assumed him dead <br>If he would not have breathed with faint grunt, <br>He bore the sign of his character, “Mr. Conscience.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Muhammad+Shanazar">Muhammad Shanazar</a><div class=q>
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I assuming myself the gorgeous one
Abased in front of the looking-glass.
I was one but the reflections were seven
I was baffled either one was in seven or seven were in one, 
The images were mix: mal..."></div>
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