My sky is cloudy
it is hard sconds
who is behind this door
my mind is confused and wet
...
there is a question
where is gentry?
A short answer
like a grandfather.
...
from his view
This is misery not being
I am singing I am
And call you sign of being
...
A year passed
Me become us
It was a present from god
Green feeling like departure
...
loneliness and me
silence at night
Again i write
some pages...
...
Just one point
Between life and dead
Eating straight line
That little spot
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you are the reason of my being
I come to you
when no one accept me
like all gone years,
...
where are you travelling
without me...
I did not undrestand you
you are going
...
Jasmine smile
Someone under This Window
cry spring, spring
Thirst has gone,
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