At the end of the day
we who look for a safe shelter
Smile of ladylove or mercy of God.
Trust me,
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nice- None is responsible for our fate ... None but some spineless half-dead animals are going to join at our funeral. ///// no, no; none is here vacuum flask clown mask dances on the river burning water over there fire and fire, the bared fire on the bank of departure.......! ! !
Life, River, Woman! Come! get closer! The earth is burning Who is to burn her lips at my funeral? pathetic and sad . a great poem indeed. tony