That Makes Me a Fool.
My Life is,
As a cloud,
Thundering,
Lightening,
Racing
Or Raining.
My anger,
Love,
Struggle
Or Affection
Make me fool.
As Sky was always clear,
But the existence of clouds is still there,
Where a Sun is sharp rising behind.
I always live with my feelings.
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