Life inside the doors―
mocks the nature.
Still life. Cup and Vase.
You lived for others
and died for me.
I become homeless.
In charity, the body
becomes water.
Gold sinks.
Very precious for me.
The hurts―
you gave me unasked.
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Excellent...as always!
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