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A woman holds her
starving son in her
a right lap
gazing off into the distance
where her drooping eyes linger
where she is more precious than her child
who is not coming
relief vehicles.
love
life
mountain
purity
sea
sky
happiness
movie
train
cosmos
co­ndor
HEavY & ***** work
hello & goodbye
and my poems
fan winds.
early April, spring
beyond the hill of curiosity
the road ahead
looking up at the sky
in front of me.
The world has gone mad
People who don't say that the world has gone mad
point fingers at those who cry out that the world has gone mad
saying they are mad
Pointing fingers is not sad
but it is sad that it is not the world
but people who are going mad
It is so sad.
Someone once said,
“love is like cutting water with sword”
there is no blood,
there is no wounds
it is divided
soon
reunited
even if you stab it
even if you are stabbed
that's right
but love is changing

That is sad.
Hatred
made
a path
to meet
love.
The way we live each day
is not a job

Poets who think of writing poetry as a job
have no choice but to live a life unrelated to poetry.
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