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1. the earth that misses the sun

The book I bought, contains wise words
The shadow of a little child came to me, telling me about the past:

"Tell me, give me advice about the earth that misses the sun, I seem to need light that I don't get from a strong man, I am forced to be strong by circumstances",

I was confused, I wrote down the meaning of this poem
Then I explained with a parable,

"Son, I saw a tree branch that was about to break, couldn't grow for years, that's a wound inside, all you can do is forget",

There is no light that can illuminate your path
Live your way.

So  I am unaware of the daydream of that meeting
It turns out that the little child is a part of me, the contents of my heart
A flash that immediately disappeared, but gave an explanation.

This my favorite poetry, when you born from broken family, fatherless , and never get love from your family, you can follow this poetry to enter in your heart.



2. Inside of me


I felt something unusual from my body
Painting the sky in my imagination
Praying in the moonlight
"Inside of me, I've make feeling this way of be",
So when I look at the future
Can't imagine what it feels like
Every feeling is pushed aside
Every love is forgotten
I have nothing to regret
Everything has gone well on track a lit.


This poetry tells the story that humans actually don’t need to worry about everything that happens in this life. Of course everything in the world is it in the lines.


3. Pocket


It clear and I am in my pocket self
I'm not a wad of money, or a piece of paper
I can't be sold, or torn
You scold as much as you like, I never heard 
My ears don't accept that stupid thing

Too much negative  about me
With something not clearly
All my constancy
That created of conspiracy
There is my resiliency

A connection my walls
Consist a white water pipes
I have time and vibes
Building a some cornies
I wish there enter in my logic

It clear and show by my act
I wish you not see me like a art
I'm not something beautiful to look at
Then replaced with a better one
Just think my writing is called wise one
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