The house caught fire
In the emptiness of the empty field
Depression surrounds,
I stared in amazement.
Many people are gone
He did not even speak
Then his way of walking
I count the days endlessly.
Someone is a fakir in love
Someone is famous for love
I cried a lot,
The sweetness of being silent.
great man nice poetry..
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