we are togetherand no other one
none sees us here even the sun
your car moves us asyou want
to be fast you need but i dont
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The best text is as thebest friend
guides you to theharbor of time.
..what do you say about this text
and the owner of ths rhyme
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That when we live no more, we may live ever.
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if one was great in poetry Isay it is you
you are among those who are alwaysfew
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You loved each other with your hearts under the sky
you promised to keep this love clean till youdie
it was on the headof each of us as a crown
but those who know you wanted tothrow it down
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i would like to leave thisland
to live with those who understand
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When my oetry still living
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whenmy poems still livingbut i am as a yellow leaf
i can not serve my own or save my spirit from grief
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If there will be everyyear
poetry competition in far cities and near
what i want to make it clear
my poems wouldn't be here
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Meeting
we are togetherand no other one
none sees us here even the sun
your car moves us asyou want
to be fast you need but i dont
the tangle of traffic can not affect you
it is ordinary at your vew
some cars with eachother veu
yellow leaves on them freely lie
i think you rwill nearlyleaveme
and you will leave my poetry
we are together
only and foran hour
the poet does not own
all his pen power
the way of life is not verylong
but it cheats us byits wrong
there are something
that can not be stayed unsaid
where you are glad
there is your land bed
the One you saw you loved due to appearance only after talking freely your love increased because of speech you didn't know dealing is the best to teach after dealing you did not want more meeting you could know the way of treating better today than to morrow to le go why do you loss your time why do you forget this rhyme
……….. I would like even by a dream to go to a far land When I can e with those who understand Not only useful poetry but also good advice With those people life will be very nice What can do with some strange people They lived and still want to live in evil If I write in their language they hateme Even my writing be unique global poetry Though those who talke in it are very few They don't differ between a false writer and true if it comes true do they remember me if till now i am forgotten as my poetry Iit is late to counsel among their selves They shall die but my poetry forever lives but what gives my heart a wonderful pleasure hey shall die bu not t my poetry as a treasure but they are used to use wrong measure the crierer must be knowdge and justice