You said on your appearance
Sins disappeared. okay.
Tell me what is sin
Tell me who you are
Tell me what do you
Mean by appearance
And by disappearance.
I have no eyes
To see all these
I have no ears
To hear all these
I have no mouth
To express correctly.
And taking this opportunity
You are playing with me.
I know not which is lift
And which is right
I know not how to fight
Yet I live
Only forgetting everything
And I still pray
Forgive me as I know not
What is what my dear, here,
At this spot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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