** Poem by Kakao Baba

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Be hot with life,
Because she's always cold.
As with a subtle knife -
This make a graceful wounds.

Hot iron is obeying,
Its may be perfect growth.
Be hard, be candent... twice.
But... sometimes is a loathe.

Monday, June 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle
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