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my two sides in the overflew
with ashes of universe
I then went to wind
with the whorl of time
you do not see me
anyone else have indulged
may be History tells the truth
again, can not say
where is my existence
thousands million years
which was washed
on the air
in water
blood
marrow
changes in the pages of history
interest
the clash
dialectics
who is going to look for the truth
lying on the wind
rode the wrong emotion
I lost myself
the known river
seems unknown
the vast forest
the little free bird beside my window
her song
her dance
does not want to play flute anymore
in
the mind
soul
strong wind of strangers
the moment comes to pass
era
epoch
whatever floats through years
of her songs
abstract tune
I who seek
the truth of the time
that flows into
the bottom of my heart
draws a cosmic gravity
yet waiting for a new Sunflower's bloom
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem