Life.

Every face has a rose here
Our city is red stone

I can not go to high, wealth

I could not give my children if anything

Sometimes – sometimes I myself have the compunction

Here is the daily change of peace

Pay here is taking the lives of everyday pigeons

Shops neighbors not Khualtian

Someone in the village when someone dies

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Comments (11)
  • john smither on Jan 20, 2011

    Nicely written poetry.

  • Anj M on Jan 20, 2011

    Nice Lovestar

  • CHIPMUNK on Jan 20, 2011

    good post

  • Likha on Jan 20, 2011

    Thanks for this. Good to see you.

  • papaleng on Jan 20, 2011

    Good description of the city. pretty good share.

  • Melinda J on Jan 21, 2011

    Thanks for sharing.

  • Suni51 on Jan 22, 2011

    very nice article, I like it.

  • Nicola Manning on Mar 28, 2011

    This is so nice =] x

  • beingwell on Jun 5, 2011

    Nice piece. Keep it up. :)

  • Delirioustate on Sep 19, 2011

    very nice poem, lots of feelings! Keep it up. Please check out my articles, I have some poems. Feedback is aprecciated!

  • girishpuri on Nov 24, 2011

    nice share

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