A Deep Pain
Fight with the hidden agony,
to make myself a robust.
Is all that I can't buy with a penny.
Again, in a deep pain.
Looking the trees of Autumn,
I find myself proportionate to it.
Proportionate to it in the manner of losing.
Again, in a deep pain.
Through a page of world war,
I conceived about the red in the bed.
Alike me, the household should have shed tears.
Again, in a deep pain.
Paying a visit to the companion,
I see the sadness of his for his penury.
Somewhere it links with my condition.
Again and again in a deep pain.
Some miles to walk for,
Some steps to step for.
Each time I should stand again and again,
To fight against the deep pain.
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