I RESUBMIT
Some times, maybe
From the abdomen,
Thick and deep clouds
The sun appears
Grain plant always
Growth in sandy field
Or talent from huts
Thirst at banks
Rose on graves
I resubmit,
No hurry to die
All inferiors have to alive
On the earth or sky
Nowhere peacefully sleep
Or soft clay
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