Five in the morning
In the dungeon a man
Hanged by his arms to the wall
His head dropped and
something fells from
His spitty mouth
Twelve in the noon
Now the sun is on fire
Man sees the light
From an away window
Maybe it's the time
Nine at night
The man has already gone
His head cut by a knife
It is like a chopper or a saw
The man has already died.
2021
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To Tea or Not to Tea
PoetryI would like to reach out to the world where poetry still makes sense and touches to the hearts and laughs. To Tea or Not to Tea will make you think and laugh.
