********************************* Oh
poverty saw behind a window!,
taking Bohemian crystal, and the board
bread,
... and jars full of gold in his cabinet ...
How sad is your eyes and soul in agony.
I asked sweetly bitter Non grief. Why are you complaining
uncrowned soul ... with cold cap?.
look at me, sigh, grunt, looks at life without desire.
I look, sighed, shook up the fear,
within you or your heart beats and lights,
is absent, with a lack empty
or gold hollow fills.
Why only stay,
love the stuffing,
that empty cabinet. ****************
AUTHOR
*** LOLA. BB
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