Burning Without Oil
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I told you, be quiet..
I am not a poet,
Not a writer,
Not a philosopher,
What I see, I write,
Learning,
Burning,
Dyeing for new life,
The day, I will be a poet,
Will I write?
(Extinguished furnace keeps no heat)
As writing now,
You know, Why and How
I am not a lamp,
I am not a fuel,
I am not unlucky,
I've born with wit
I am always in ditch or in a pit,
I got many kick,
I am a lucky wick;
This is the only turmoil,
I am burning without oil,
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