I have drew or Scrawl myself
by put thousand eyes
full of my body has eyes
Ear
Nose
Mouth
Hand
Chest
back
inner organs
everywhere eyes
scenes in every sense
they are not my eyes
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The eyes of relatives
The eyes of neighbors
The eyes of Friends
The eyes of enemies
The eyes of traitors
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Sores
wherever eyes sighted
my sorrows distilatting
like bleeding the pus
i scan smooth ointment
more and more i apply that
to my old wound
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keep watching
by thousand eyes
which giving the wound
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now i draw a hand
finger
then nails
now Im not a Unarmed
look closely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem... wonderful!