Wisdom, I write,
You write; cigarette.
I said, no match,
you said, bogus.
All these are
The influence of time.
No meaning of right
And wrong.
Your cries are
Not the truth,
But my smile
Is love.
Though I am minor,
I salute you, creator.
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