At the end of the day
we who look for a safe shelter
Smile of ladylove or mercy of God.
Trust me,
Neither God nor the beloved one,
None is responsible for our fate.
Remember,
None but some spineless half-dead animals are going to join
at our funeral.
Life, River, Woman!
Come! get closer!
The earth is burning
Who is to burn her lips at my funeral?
nice- None is responsible for our fate ... None but some spineless half-dead animals are going to join at our funeral. ///// no, no; none is here vacuum flask clown mask dances on the river burning water over there fire and fire, the bared fire on the bank of departure.......! ! !
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Life, River, Woman! Come! get closer! The earth is burning Who is to burn her lips at my funeral? pathetic and sad . a great poem indeed. tony