This afternoon

this afternoon
really boring
own quiet
no derisive yaour laughters
shouting
that I
cranky
but in the hearts
i love you
seriously

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I Love You

this afternoon
really I'm boring
my own quiet
no derisive your laughters
shouting
that I
cranky
but in the hearts
i love you
seriously

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Black Butterfly

black butterfly
flown
float the above jasmine
really I do not understand
there is good fellow heart
when world is
being knocked over by recession.

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My daughter

my daughter
bowing drawn
empty view
far forwards
at horizon do not step aside the
evanescent sky boundary
buried by her loves
what is not limited.

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Chance

I have hear the
night song
when wind blow
what fantacy
bringing flown
nonage dream
what is the no time reached
because squeezing
squeezing
chance.

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A Mystery

life is a mystery
puzzle unsolved
sometimes tricky
that changed the fate of a person
so the lifetime
must undergo anguish
I never imagined
in dreams
in youth

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Grave

wow, I amazing
for going home
meeting old house
old tree
old people
like me

when I visit
mother and grandma
grave
and what wait
I also
will lie down here.

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Uncertainties

three step children
to college
art review
telemetric study
not so giddy
toward the future
uncertain
uncertainties and changes in
which undermined the
conviction

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My Children

my children
always make a move
following to feel
in the middle of its friends
playing at all day long
like us
playing at word
searching meaning
no desisting.

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What

What are you thinking for;
love
sex
happiness
money
touch
wow, all are nothing
although you got all
at the finish of your life
really, is not lie?
but you! ! ! !

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