Badia Beiho Poems

Sharin' everything beyond I shar'd them
Tell every words - the best of me - ev'rywher';
He listened what Mamma couldn't hear.
Tell every sadness that I ne'er told them,
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There's a line going on unending track,
Of slot human mask - as separation:
Upon races, ranges and all bloods' rack.
Love and Hate, Peace and War, or of Pardon;
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How do you walk far away when you're loved
And walk along a friendship's road
Or you just tell, "You're fired"
Or you just letting go away?
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Every morning is beautiful shinin' for me,
Every Short night is a miracle for me
I asked Mama, "Why do these things made for me? "
She replied, "Yes, For sons and daughters, my son"
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