if it is 7 in the evening
thing only about 7 in the evening
if he is with you at that time
care for him alone,
and he will care for her too,
that is if both understand the
essence of the moment.
if this is the case of life,
and this is actually what actually it
really is, then where is the worry?
depression would be an anonymous
writer, anxiety totally a stranger,
and life is best inscribed in the
the holding of the hands and
lips preparing for another kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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