Don'T Like To - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Oh, I don't see the light,
For it is sparkling too bright.
Oh, I don't like to
Drink from youth.
Make me listen to,
The old too.
Oh, I don't hear your voice,
For it is drowned out in the noise.
I don't want to hear the truth.
I don't want to see the truth.
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