Poverty

Poverty ——- Don’e touch me forever and don’t follow me It is my time to recah the peak so don’t pull me to the May be , You were my old friend I may from your dirty castle But now I don’d want your proximity leave me alone myself to move. A bright paradise calls me to rule It is my turn to win and swear Don’t touch even my shadow too My carpet welcomes me to walk and my palce with wealth is waiting for me Get lost my foe! from my eyes once forall. a direct conversation of a poet with his poverty