I'm always baffled about the option "keywords" I don't compose poems based on keywords. This is just my reflection about pain of living undercircumstances that are not at my disposal to change.
Is that the same habitual pain The one I didn’t expect To reappear once again Like fume of menthol cigarette I smoked ten thousand days ago When snow was blooming lily-white And withered leaves were whirling slow Across the dimmed sunlight I thought to make a worthy plan Before the winter’s timelessness It wasn’t superstitious then More likely, a result of stress It’s back, in luxury edition Which is expanded overseas Am I to live under suspicion? I cannot bear all this.
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