I see the small and narrow door
smelling the flowing source of aroma
And painted with grassfield resting tree
I sat and there before me
was the round bowl full of crystal that
vanish filthiness
the heavy burden inside dances in my stomach
And ringing the bell to push down my belly
It was a taste of bitterness
but when You came out to see the world,
I smiled seeing heaven
I flashes you,
Afterall, you are now waste.
©siri_ramos
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