My dear Earth,
please do not get surprised after you receiving this letter,
and do not chew or swallow it as you do to the human beings.
please do not get angry with me.
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A baby cries in a cradle for milk
until he becomes a boy.
Who knows his destiny.
A fortune teller may sketches vast dreams
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She rests all the time in her garden
laying out a mat under a shady tree
A flask of tea stands behind and a book of poetry
that will never finish.
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You could see him from a distance
at the bus halt he stood motionless.
staring to the infinity.
he waited for the bus for hours and hours
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After reading Max Reif's poem' The day after Thanksgiving'
this notion came all of a sudden.
His poem's last line(the boat after passing a bridge, only the voice-
remained, then silence) .
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During my short stay in Japan,
Winter started and my heart covered with snow.
Her spontaneous smile
dragged me to the restaurant 'Sakura' everyday.
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To my beloved!
I lost my pen; sorry I am writing with a pencil.
Do you remember that precious day, December 08,1972?
'We became oneness' you said proudly.
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She is a decent woman in this corrupted World.
Who lives in filthy streets and sell love for her living.
I have visited her twice.
When I asked her to marry me she said no as she cannot give children.
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Where is the poor man's wealth?
I shouted in a dream.
Where is the poor man's dignity?
I cried in a dream.
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