This poem was written on 22/02/2019

Every night I cry
I asked me,"why"?
I don't know
From where this sadness have been borrowed.
Maybe I'm feeling all alone,
The persons I loved are gone .
So why wasting time on them?
But they were my stem.
So what if they were my stem?
I still have my root,
I'll grow from her support
And have a delicious fruit.

I'll try to be happy,
And won't let my eyes become teary.
-San B.
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