Oh we
I
I feel sorry for you my child
I
I feel sorry for you in office
I see walls around, gadgets
Window, cables power pod
I
Feel sorry for all of you here
Sky is cold dark blue, starry
In Nimrooz
You don’t know, very sorry
I
Feel sorry sea’s wave-dance
Are fear
For you prisoners of gadgets
An apple blossoms first, bud
Then flower so small, further
Green, yellowish, rosy colors
I
Feel sorry for you all in here
Fingers run on letters, texting
That is all but I also feel sorry
For me not thinking what that
Is, taking your text to distance
I
Oh I
You
Oh you
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feel sorry for you all here, good writing.