aung si myanmar
Accident - Poem by aung si myanmar
While I'm traveling to my goal
Like the velocity of flying arrow...
Unhopefully within uncover heart,
New and pleasant emotion arises.
But furtively I store it in the dark.
Yes, I am a teenager.
Yes, this is nature.
But, I shouldn't do like the teenager.
But, I shouldn't accept this nature.
My brain is full with hunger.
My life is full with competitors.
Responsibilities are on my shoulders.
Difficulties are my teachers.
Enemies are sensual pleasures.
Sure, I love her so much.
But, there's no time for my heart.
I dare to solve it with tolerance.
I dare to neglect it by myself.
Let it be just an accident.
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