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Cement
In youth, we laughed with a stupid friend,
Wandering the streets all night without an end.
Friends are few, time is scarce, now here we are,
Regretting in sorrow, as we ponder so far.
Life, like a sieve, sifts and selects,
Those who are soft clay, do not connect.
In youth, not yet molded like cement clay,
When grown, like sand, they drift away.
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Aibek Kalmaganbetov
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