The green eyes showed the tiredness
Although without name
Looking for a new form
Through the cloudy night
There was the brilliance
Mute expounding the wordless
As personal fragment of life
Wonderful and handsome
Prosperity although meaning ruin
Who knows how many old and intelligent
Martyrdom is in the martyr
And how many cruel idea
Horrible transplant
Hate between strange races and species
Although all prisoners
In unlucky life without solution
Who can uncover in people
The old faces, laugh and glances?
Questions without answer
Illusion without reason
Infancy without happiness
All my words without sense
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