Teacher
Life in passing
nothing to leave.
The winner in the defeat,
nothing to celebrate.
The doubt in the evidence
nothing to go on.
Case!
Cold quenched in the tea.
Useless digging through the attic,
there it is damp.
Do not think of a failure in giving,
frightened and ironically.
Sad moment in uniting.
Warning! Fragile and flammable!
Caution!
Guessing the immoral move.
One day I found a teacher ...
... to see myself after many wondering centuries.
From now different are my sunrise.
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