Nidia

No one deceives a fool, without some pain, knowing what they lose, scrubbed by fire, you know what to do, including bold desire, even tempted by the few, in fallow lands ornate, not much left to choose, like a bird on a wire, it's hard to sustain, who else is for hire, those you see through, watch their childish gains, graveyards tell the truth, the land might ask why, you live without stain, forget that patch of sky, the seeker of good news, always tramps the lanes, some things forever true, in the morning rain.