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I started a new book in the New Year, My new poems will cover that book. At night it doesn't knock on your door, My thoughts are living on Facebook. I followed people, who knew lives mine, I said to a man who can understand life. Oldest people are losing down over time, The young still have not started life. Man does not get younger by the year, Escape aging no soul could. It is more difficult for us dear, To open the gate of childhood. Those who believe to elderly are less, Those who breathe new life into your soul. At my brother's house a mosque happiness Those who enter without knocking on the door. The young people are sad too nowadays, They can’t take a single step without a fee. Instead of saying ‘’Brother's home is paradise’’, They cannot call by mobile phone for free. You can't tell your secret over the phone. You repeat the same news and wish. Without face-to-face meetings at home, You don't notice the feelings miss. Young people growing with a stone heart, There is not a drop of tears in his eyes. As legends for them your former life, Because their heart and face are ice. I started a new book in the New Year, Destiny contains white and black. Now I'll publish my poem, Dear. Let your face on Facebook be bright!