Member Poem

Waterfalls love my smiles;
But, refuse to accept my tears drops.
Flowers sell my dreams;
But, it refuses to comfort my wounds.
Thorns steal my memories;
But, refuse to accept nostalgia.
Ideals travel in my breath;
But, the paths for my journey are closed.
Failures embrace my endeavor.
But, the joy of my success is denied by time.
The stars give my nights;
But, it just refuses to give me a restful sleep.
I think I should talk to the goldfish for a few minutes;
But, the dripping rain drops slap my cheek.
The mind teaches me to live simply;
But, the hunger for money makes me greedy.
I touch and paint the color of the rainbow;
But, my imagination and thinking are swaying like a boat.
Loneliness seeks to fill my library;
But, only my poems continue to be incomplete.
The dream comes as crosses rule me;
But, earthworms graze on me in dreams.
Thus, every human being
Is blaming this wonderful life.
A life full of dreams and memories
Makes man struggle while living.
The greed of man is filled with dust after he has stopped breathing.
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