Virtue (Poetry)
The poem is of the virtue
Life is a wealth of lonely
Do you ask existence?
Smooth camouflage of loneliness
In the morning,
we get it in the morning or in the evening.
In life, there should be sunlight or shadow
Surrounded by a shrlet or surrounded
But my name in a village written
There is no sorrow,
no one knows that someone is prose
There is no sorrow,
neither should I ask anyone
Yes, it will be frozen tomorrow with my light
Today, neither do you believe,
nor do I have any status.
I am a climbing sun
I am flowing water
People call me 'lotus'
I am the story of a stone
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