Nyein Way

Rookie - 110 Points (19.1.1962 / Yangon)

Folded Hands, Capricious Mirrors, I Am A Poet - Poem by Nyein Way

folded hands, caprious mirrors, I am a poet being pounded by life every seconds but I am a grace under pressure you cannot find a dignity in me but you will surely meet the cruel reality inside my body and mind paper moon shouting liberty hot night stretching his hands, rolling his lips, dissolving his future and organizing his chaos.I am so tored.I am going to stay away from the world I encounter.I am dying.Don't help me out.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2008



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