Surprised (Poetry)
Small pieces of open sky,
Grave me again
Oho! To my forgotten mind
Fascinating,
No one else came
The same open sky piece
Grave again.
How big is my grief since then
That thunderbolt is hard,
Be adamant in my way
But to spend him,
To be happy,
The same means
Small is spontaneous.
Same bird song in the clouds
To make a splash from the sky to the earth
Anxiety
The sun climbing the east and
Wet Which is accessible,
wooed me
The interests of my forgotten mind
No one else came
Sorrow may be difficult
But happiness is equally comfortable
Have not given me less
The giver, I am grateful
I am surprised at his legislation
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