My Poetry
As the sun sets out
That's just like changing the weather
As sure as the breath is coming
In the way that the stones are fixed
All will be along with my journey
Is it not you ?
Sometimes when it is night and do not sleep
So everyone will talk about you
In the city
The forest of your memory will grow
But whenever your point
Is it not you ?
Someday thirst for soul
The wheat will grow in sleep someday
Someday will be sandy sand
Due to many shapes
Is it not you ?
Some chuck stone will hit in the sun
I will look for half an ointment
This leaf will be yellow one day
Thousands of windshields
Never win somewhere
It is decided that you will not be.
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