Soup of My Heart
You ask me what is my poem
My poem is from heart
And my heart is not English
My heart is talking
In a language of sense
In my mind they converted
And always there is a gap
Between heart and mind
You ask me why they short
I cook from what in
My refrigerator
And there is no enough words
So time is not in hands
But I will make my soup
I hope you like it
As I make it from my heart
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