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On Poetry
Poetry has its own language and structure, Culture
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The main street
To every corners of the street darkness starts to creep
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I stood and watched who passes by
Bumping and hurting I don’t know why
Some time “hi” and “hello” then smile
All the passers I saw end up to sigh
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I looked behind me
and I saw the mountains
in their silence-night and day,
but deep with-in
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Pride
I heard you saying it is the first of the seven deadly sins
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Saturday Night
Another bottle of beer that fancy forlorn evening
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