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Unthoughtful

Unthoughtful I was ..
When my memory fell down in my hand
Those memory that do not have only
the flow from the fountains of your eyes.,
Unthoughtful I was..
Perhaps, at the dawn of crimson,
Fascinated I was, O elegant
In my poem which live
Such as blueberry Earth
Here in exile here.
Fascinated I was, in her shivering  letter
Which is like a grain of blueberry soft
Slip on your lips.,
Oh ..
How  trapped we were on harbours poem
How meek we were on her flow,
How  good and loyal we were to the glory writing

(2013)

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