Circle within circle
All circles and all within.
All in one line all in queue
Life and death - only truth.
Dear, worry not about,
Excuse me, I understand nothing
And shouting at you.
Forget me not, here I am
Because of you.
I am going and marching forward
Forfeiting all time left behind.
My forethought is that we still
Exist forgetting forgery.
Life is most formative.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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