there is no place to hide
there is no one beside
there is nobody collid'
there is only memory survive'
nobody listens
nobody is hearin'
nobody is carin'
what shall i be doin'
i see this thing
a field to gather my dream
my failures and pain
my ambitions and aim'
a group of letters
form words and phrases
form stanzas of wishes
form a thought, wisdom and spices
this will be my gift
for you i would lift
for you i must give
to tell what i believe
love and hate
war or peace
vanity or with sense
my heart speak by this piece
i ask you to understand
i need your helping hand
i did what i can
this poem speak through the sun
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