Member Poem

Snowdrops fall when I touch them
Maybe, I’ll save it in the fall library.
In the path of man running like a machine,
I'm the only one standing alone.
Just a minute more like yesterday,
This time, will the raindrops wet me?
From there to here, from here to there
Humans are going to walk and run.
Above the wound of a puppy floating in a pool of blood,
I tie it tightly with my handkerchief.
A little girl looks at me and smiles;
I look at her in return and smile.
Inside the lid open canal,
The July flowers were falling off.
Travel with compassion in a selfish world.
Please do not throw away your pennies
Because,
The short-term sleep of the restless poor
With the sound of pennies you throw away,
The sleep of the eyes should not be disturbed.
Therefore,
You don’t throw away pennies for charity.
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