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Wullien Thang Poems
Travel on France Dreams
I want to travel to France To visit the tower of Paris The one people called so much Eiffel.
Maybe I'm not what people like I don't have what people wants I'm not even at least what I want.
He is a bear man, who takes out his liver, and put bees in his pants.
After all, I've felt some freedom the free spirited mind that travels world being amazed with all the new living every moment on the edge.
My Precious Little Kids
Since i arrived, they were so happy One sweeping, the other too so helpful, so precious One didn't kept his look away
An alternative time, some different universe, never known enough, but like if always knew.
It Is My Dog
Poor my little dog he likes to play, I don't have time he wants to jump, bothers me he wants to run, there's no space.
What Can I Do?
My love is never worthing anything is a trash you can throw everywhere I'm never worthing anything as a result People think I'm sh't
Hatred grown from below Evil hatred getting bigger Hatred emanated from bad fear A fear that corrode the inside
Roof My Childhood
There is the red-marron roof for peace Where the end of the world lies on that hill. My childhood is stored on the roof
The time where I wasn’t born yet The time when the world was so beautiful The time where I should be born
Through the huge crystal of the window Where it fuses as a sliding door in the balcony The orange-red-yellow windy light of sun Enters into the hall from where the beach is calm
It’s the feeling that you’ve been left behind When you have fear to step onto the ground Because you don’t want to leave your trace
The Hidden Story
You can’t look at me I’m not at your sight And there are tears in my face Tears that worth nothing
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Travel on France Dreams
I want to travel to France
To visit the tower of Paris
The one people called so much Eiffel.
Watch a land where quality water comes from
Where Volvic export is for wealth
And dormant volcanoes are green.
I want to sit on the cafes
Feel the peace of the place
To watch one after one passing through.
The lost love
The language of the wind
The fantasy sky on many tones.
The grandeur of the feeling
The loving fresh air all breathe
Myself is in total joy.