I let my poem goes
On the way it likes.
I let my poem enjoy
The air, the water,
The clouds, the stars,
The sky, the eyes,
The pain, the pleasure.
I see the bleeding
On the day of very wedding.
Anyway I tell the earth
My life, my soul.
I tell all the truth
To all about nature
And about changing atmosphere,
And the poem accept them all
In new form and culture.
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