I
in times of change
pseudo life becomes immortal
the world will be re-occupied
here I see a pseudo earth
full of seductive actions
time goes by and passes
every second I feel the salt
which makes the heart growled
will be a sharp reproach
like garbage
which is always ignored
I'm really very tired
my time is filled with difficulty
Every time I wait for His presence
who will judge the world
this time will laugh
when the pigeon fell to Heaven
to the real time
This poetry feels my heart with joy and wonder
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