your aloof eyes
don't want to talk with me.
What is the matter with you?
You are sad,
your look cries
I don't know the reason.
What is the matter with you?
You are sad
the blind horizon
has shattered your hopes
What is the matter with you?
You die of sadness
don't want to warp yourself,
your forces run out,
your lost energy of the past,
aren't the mighty river yet,
aren't the smiling flowers yet,
never more protector plants.
you are weak bush.
What is the matter with you?
CARHUARE 7/01/06
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