If gold are as plenty
As the pebbles in the shore
Or money are as many
As the abundant grass in the meadows
Maybe they would lost their value
Or turn to naught
Most of material wealth diminishes
When being shared with someone else,
Why not replicate love, tens or millions
It’s the only commodity
Not lessen in value when being shared for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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