As a fountain that goes
sad and crying
it goes down from the mount
running looking for the sea.
life I am going in this descending
crying and descending
poor fountain, always crying,
runs…runs…
to the sea
no matter how long it went down
the fountain is going to stop,
it arrives at the side of the beach
and dies in the wave of the sea! ...
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Poignant poem, written with a very nice imagery...10+++