Short
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whenmy poems still livingbut i am as a yellow leaf
i can not serve my own or save my spirit from grief
what is nice will not be so what is white will bedark
the wind of sorrowever., where the dogs of illness bark
only in words who can live/ if they are not useful
life will not be easy.world will not be peaceful
i could know this fact now, dont say it is late
we know that no one can change ones`, s fate
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when my poetry still living
but i am asa yellow leaf
no one remembers me
and as an old dream
only in words i can not live
if they are not great
now i know this fact
but dont say it is late
who can say great words
will live foreve
I wasted my time in writing
what is not for you
3
When life helps
One to reach the peak
Of it
It may be warning
that with his end
nearly will meet
later better than never
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people who do not deal
fairly with their poet all time
never deserve writing
for them good rhyme
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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