No Word I Find
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No word I find
To compose a poem,
Nor is there anything
Worth composing.
Yet,
I continue to compose
For truth.
Dear men, should I not
Engage in composition
Of words, great loss
Would be there
To the human race.
For, men, you follow
My path of love.
I am here to prove
Life is a process of
Time full of creation
And nectar.
Bu şiiri puanla
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