Saturday, January 10, 2015

Untitled, 1973

Come down small world,
Come down to my way of thinking,
All happiness has been altered,
All survival has been prevented.


To translate this poem,
We need to look at hearts,
And see the pain and agony
Who remembers the sad times.


People who see the sunset,
Are better off than people who see the rain.
Peace.

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