How helpless is the man!
A single life and so many fears!
Oh Life! Your forks, your curls!
Gave only pains, and melting pearls!
Life smiled, “Poetry lacked sweetness of sorrows.”
Sent a fairy, to snatch smile and to give the tears,
See the beauty of your maiden borrows,
a poet needs such cruel spears.
Keep the wound intact and melt in the eyes.
Ahead of you are the seven skies!

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