It is not like that I do not like
The flora and fauna of America
As I know this is a land of vast wealth
And a land of wonder
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Perhaps you do not like the flight of my thought, ordinary
As you like your breath
More necessary than your delicious food
Or a tonic for your hectic life
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When there is no sun
And the rain likely to come
But no rain
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Once I decorated well
The wall of my desires
To have a room of peace
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Nothing I fear
For the reason that if I die
Then the thing ends here and the matter is over
If I do not, means I am live
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They oppose one another
Like a bull fights with a bear
the poems which are written by them
never liked or have high opinion
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The wind can blow anywhere any-time
straight or zigzag, with or without murmur
the river can flow whenever it wished
but you told me never to come harming my career
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Oh, I see you
To arrive here
But you should not be seen
by others
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