In
Reality
© Ye Yint Thet Zwe
The setting sun
and the color of the clouds
Like
the splash of paints, fabulous!
I’m
monger of beauty
Whose dinner used to be uncertain!
I
had longed for a light,
As
insecurity and uncertainty loomed
And fell apart over me.
Though
what I want is honesty,
But
I won’t complain
Of the zigzag streets and crooked minds.
The
stream water enter into rivers,
While
the river water discharges into Oceans.
Alas,
I found myself recovered
That
I am the river itself that couldn’t find
The ocean, in the arts of living in the social life…
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