Trishaw - Poem by Nyein Way
riding on the trishaw
carrying warries, hopes, future, fate and luck
who are my friends?
which way is the best?
what is the sweetest of life?
question s are questings are questings.
nothing is as true as nothing.
life is trishawed trishaws running on the clouds of indeterminacy
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