Short lifeA Poem by Trong VanI don’t mind
if my life is short Die
sometimes in mid thirties When still
young, still have my beauty Than end up
old ages and useless… Bedridden
and loneliness… Laying there
and suffering… By that
time, life means nothing Such
rubbish, no more no less! 20150911 © 2015 Trong Van |
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Added on September 25, 2015 Last Updated on September 25, 2015 |
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