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English.. Poem 2

Friday, April 1, 2011


My Time that I Have

set time step
in place that are supposed to
open every description of a different story
to perfect every second he has
appropriate tempo beats
cohesive fill the rate
and rhythmic in a unit time

all continue to follow the time elapsed
leaving scratches wound and laughter
in bitter pains of this life.
fatigue becomes meaningless,
when I see the remaining time increasingly thin stalk
makes me have to run after hope that has not been revealed.
please give me a little while longer!

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