Men are always coming in,
But not going outside anyway.
No end of anything,
But beginning is there
And it is continuing.
Just feel the words,
But react not,
Your thoughts are yours
And they are there
To suffocate you.
But men, I want to
Know you through all
Impossible, that are
The only truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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