It seems
Filled by water,
Every hole in the moon
In thirsty eyes.
The thought
Is more wonder,
Than the moonlight.
A thirsty eye
Cann't make poem and,
With a lack of food.
They can feel
The pain for water,
In their broken heart.
Cann't realize
who live under the sky,
Without having roof and walls.
Can only realize
unforgottale pain,
For broken dreams
In front of their eyes.
Sunbeam of morning
Moonlit in night,
Are the symbols
They afraid.
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