Old - Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
Wine becomes tastier when it is old
Some word becomes meaningful by time factor
At every layer of soil like pages of books-
Old days are recorded entered
Because the days of future are unknown-
Do you repent for old days?
Old rice grows audacious when it is cooked!
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