Life
How much I could know you
whenever I came tired
I caught the finger of stars
and
in the night of sorrow’s
I slept soundly
life…
What’s it that
they are nither near
nor far away too
What’s your manner
to stand things
before each other
Life…
otherwise
you have given
a dozen friends
May
I cann’t become so mad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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