Bad time,
Time is bad,
To be starting a new life, music,
poetry, no guarantee.
Nothing is genuine.
All upset
With mind,
No one is ready to
Interview the self.
The form and
Design - strange,
Life is just for a moment,
Time hunting is a chance
Quiet and sorrowful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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