I want to write a poem that
It becomes a salty lake for coming back
It flies to the migrated turnagiller's wings
It becomes a wet kisses
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One up, the other down
They jump one by one
Play hopscotch on and on
But set the foot on the line
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Open the curtains
Turn off the lights
Let the morning sunlight
Shines the room
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Flower with three petals
Seventeen times kisses you
Kiss it with comment
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Without you
Who smelling hairs of our town?
Which hands wrapping around the neck of town castle?
Who kissing our home twon's lips?
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I remember when I was eighteen
My friends and I would make a decision
Climbing the mountain
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I felt losing something belongs to me
When I came from womb into the world to be
I clenched my hand but it was not in the palm
So I newborn cried loud in the arms of mom
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Maybe today aim at your dismay
You have to stay in a way
Your head has not a shoulder to lay
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