Disregard the memories
of the past;
since
It is a small box
of black ash
Survive along with
the present;
since
It is a jar of old grape wine
Dream and daydream
for the future;
since
It is an idol of a Goddess
By Williamsji Maveli
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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