Be Watchful...
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Let me bargain today,
Tomorrow I may be for sale
The candle lit for dinner now
May be fired for fuel.
He let the world to utilize him
without knowing who is he,
Other realized his true value and exploited him.
The flower which sits at the head of thorn,
will also die in the arms of horn.
wind that spreads his fragrance,
will blow his petals around.
Bu şiiri puanla
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