...(1)...
No new wave
No change of age
Nothing to think extensively
Nothing to flinch drastically....
...(2)....
Rainy season higher than her statue
Whole of the surrounding,
green leaves fill with whistling...
Otherwise,
the tree she's leaning on has no security....
...(3)...
She is notorious grasshopper...
She did.....
She did store " The Platonic love"...
for her snow season.
But it's in vain
and varnish with the wind.....
....(4)....
She is a pliable flower.
"Do you think i can't blossom again?",she roars...
Still.....
the spring of thorns are blocking in her throat....
no... it's doesn't matter anyway....
Each side of the larynx-bone,
she bloom daringly thorns-thick rose....
at the top of the thorns.
....(5)....
She is a coward warrior.
She suggested that the love what she'd known
... will be more thrilling than
the battle she'd not faced yet....
And...she mailed the white dove
now........ waiting for the reply.....
....(6)....
She wants to open the pandora's box
with her poems she create...
When she whistles,
the sky lip's will turn to be fatal.
When she throws the stars she sharpened,
the whole era will come to be movable....
....(7)....
Playing this old tune,
She paints her sky by red
and .... her ground by blue...
she claps...... and claps ....
in arrogant way...
Till she come to realize it's no longer easy
to come down the whole age
..... only by her clap-sound.
Then, she descends on flowers and....
k...i...l...l h..e...r...s...e...l..f
to engrave the invincible poem on the stone.....
ANNA
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