I made a bag to collect my sorrows one by one.
If I left them behind , Weeds of my sorrows will turn into huge trees.
And soon they will have formed into deep forest.
I don't want to get lost in the thick woods to my way for home.
Throw my sadness into the fireplace,And let's make a cup of coffee to warm up.
1 comment:
i am not sure whether you are serious, but i like this poem.
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