Empty Hours
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I feel anguish
due to my empty hours
when my mind does not allow
to think any more
I can not sketch
even a single line
on the paper of my heart
like in desert
rose never bloom
no beetle come
to suck the nectar
only hot wind blows
making my life
like the desert
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