Balck&White Terminal - Poem by Possawat Piankij
My name is engraved on a stone.
I have nothing left but my bones.
I lie down there due to no choice.
Nobody will hear my voice.
She gave me a flower,
But now, it withers.
Since that day, I've got nothing.
I try screaming but no answer.
My feeling is at my toe
And soul is of woe.
I have been rejected!
By God, why was I selected?
Above, there is a tree.
Who swiftly told me
'Please don't be sad
Everything is not bad.
Though your soul, she does betray,
Smiling at the blue May,
You are not alone
'Cause my roots hold your bones! .'
- One Whistle -
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