My poetry:The path today becomes the path of the cry of death

in whalepower27 days ago

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As much as the clouds fall, how many life stopped
Color light makes satire is all around in poetry
Time is now a very difficult, night left
If you want to go back, you cannot go back without the order of nature.
A boy is crossing the road by a bicycle
The path today becomes the path of the cry of death
Maybe you are looking for the sky, blue clouds,
A cloud of despair and pain swept across the imaginary realm.
Consider where your intellect has gone
There is talk of death all around today,
On my way back home, I bought weapons instead of salt
What will fill the stomach, life will be drawn.

Find a river today
I find other people,
Spring is miserable today in the state of hunger
I find a little cooler life.

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