False

If I forged myself I am not true

I am someone noone ever knew it

Or am I copied from a famous man

Giving him a bosom of some span

Do not confuse with your art and craft

In the corner angels often laugh

Sun in November

The sun shines on the river and it gleams

Sparkling water,bouncing golden beams

Two ducks float without much will or hope

Let them find it some pleasure as they mope