My poetry has no borders
My poetry is not lonely
My poetry also sheds tears
My poetry is not sad< /p>
My poetry can also be painful
My poetry is not lonely
(Actually, you have always known that my poetry is very happy!)
Actually, you have never known that my poems are very happy
(Maybe, you know!)
When others are immersed in the joy of family songs
I am obsessed with the sadness and sweetness that only belongs to me
My fingers are used to dip in ink and write poems
My sun and night are used to praise My poetry collection
I use my blue eyes
to examine and admire every lonely thinker
In the poems I embrace with others< /p>
We can dance and have fun together
In this state that can only be understood but cannot be expressed
I send you all my emotions from afar
I wrote about my whole world
I understood all other people’s poems
That dynamic poetic kingdom
Me and my poetry
Me and all inspiration
I have my world...