Selam Asefa Poems

You cry in the soul of disappear, waking up each day that the sun rises.
The tear of its pain, speaking its remorse through the mirror of existence
You pick life in the sorrow of disappear, smile at the no hope with the empty soul
The body you carry, with the no hope of pure soul,
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The bitter into my illusion path that breaks the vase of my existence,
What is the broken tear, without the glimpse of the mirror shatter,
The broken heart, tearing into the wolf eyes of hope and pain.
For the next few years of looking at the eye of the wolfs pack.
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