My original poetry

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I ask questions to the hill
The answer does not come
Just gets annoying echoes.
I need to know
Why is the color of our desire pale?
Why did cow boy's flute stop?
Why did the banyan tree die?

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No one has to answer
No one is responsible for this,
Where is the end of this mechanical running?
Death or destruction before death?



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