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Being miserable”
Destroyed and shattered
Is it my face?
Am I changed?
I cannot recognize
Like Fresh Spring Flower
Young and Beautiful
It was me
My real self
My real face
How escaped my youth
Not so wrinkled were my features
I was not like this
I remember when I was young
An excited one
A rebellious and mutinous
Full of Brightness
But now not the same
How change I
I can’t recognize myself
If this picture is mine
Why the redness is missing
From my chick
If this is my picture
Where is the wild youth?
It is lifeless
It has no wildness
I think it is
The yellow leaf on autumn tree
The picture of some other one
It’s not mine
Sometime I ask from myself
Am I crazy?
I know myself
Having the eyes and consciousness
I spend my life
Not so ugly like now
It is the picture of some other one
If it is mine
It means I am not alive
So destroyed
Being broken
My life is not so long
Just like autumn
This is my picture
With horrible modification
The tedious story of my life
Almost reached to the end
Remain short
Near a destination
Sweet comrade’s death murmurs
Please Don’t Forget Me
See towards my picture when possible
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Destroyed and shattered
Is it my face?
Am I changed?
I cannot recognize
Like Fresh Spring Flower
Young and Beautiful
It was me
My real self
My real face
How escaped my youth
Not so wrinkled were my features
I was not like this
I remember when I was young
An excited one
A rebellious and mutinous
Full of Brightness
But now not the same
How change I
I can’t recognize myself
If this picture is mine
Why the redness is missing
From my chick
If this is my picture
Where is the wild youth?
It is lifeless
It has no wildness
I think it is
The yellow leaf on autumn tree
The picture of some other one
It’s not mine
Sometime I ask from myself
Am I crazy?
I know myself
Having the eyes and consciousness
I spend my life
Not so ugly like now
It is the picture of some other one
If it is mine
It means I am not alive
So destroyed
Being broken
My life is not so long
Just like autumn
This is my picture
With horrible modification
The tedious story of my life
Almost reached to the end
Remain short
Near a destination
Sweet comrade’s death murmurs
Please Don’t Forget Me
See towards my picture when possible
Leave a Reply
Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *
Name *
Email *