Why do you kept on beating,
For someone not worth having?
Or are you just trying to
Let out your true feelings?
Maybe you are loving,
Not just one being;
But all human beings
Who lived like earthlings?
Ah! Little heart for feeling,
Making millionth throbbings;
For something fleeting,
Who is but passing.
(5/04//03. 5: 35 p.m)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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