My Poem
my life
very weak and lonely
It was an isolated life
than the light of the world
in the dark of the world
was happier
When everyone was on their way to success
leaving my life behind
crawling
falling over
Leaning on the enemy's shoulder
tearful
it was such a life
Still in the swamp of my life
a flower has always bloomed
The flower bloomed, withered, and then bloomed again
didn't brag of
stayed by my side, therewith,
as I start to see it
my life
no longer sad
no longer exercise
like now
in the future
like the old days
By evening,
at a table in a quiet restaurant
sitting face to face with you
Noodles and fried fish
When it's time to eat with vegetable sauce
poems are my life
messed up. both
become my flesh and my blood
I wake up again
opening the restaurant door and let me go
towards the world
with you.
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