Only One, But A Lion

No persons create
The poison within snake.

No friend is the mother
Of the scent within flower.

Which hooligan proved that
Only rich men could have success?

For the kind of phoenix's soul,
The nature wild won't ignore
The future mild to own rainbow.

Never lazy though lonely one!
Ever ready under the sun!
Better steady to run after run! ! !

poem by Aung Si Myanmar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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