Sadness and castles (Poetry)

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I am sad like sorrows

The poet was wounded

You only know the surgeon.

Recreational boats go up

While on her sail

Hair cuts

The sea poems on the wave

Come crying

Even the Lord in my sorrows

Tired of writing my lady's poetry

Tired of cans of colors

I did not stay in a poem

Only wore mourning clothes

There is no corner left in my memory

Only captured by sorrows

I did not have one finger left

He writes poetry and corrects poems.

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I am sad like sorrows

 My sorrow is extended in the history of oblivion.

  I walk on the palm of a weeping

 What I have in the ground is direction

The longing strikes me when it rains

I am not disappointed if I shower this evening

Since I love you

It may be love

The tragedy of man

Since I love you

It may be love

Of jokes in this time.

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 Only I am with the sorrows

  And the sadness inside castles .