Outside laughing,
Laughing outside
Not permitted.
About the real house,
They talk each other.
All know the crooked.
Immigrants are to see
And verify the real
Source of life there.
And there,
Find so many new and
Old clothes.
That belong to none,
And no one is
Also there to clarify.
Here they see
The train moves
Without engine.
And they fear,
And they laugh
For no reasons.
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Source of life! ! With the muse of Laughter! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.