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an insight on how man experiences suffering on this world.

Submitted:Aug 13, 2007    Reads: 97    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


i climb the narrow stairs of burden:

little step towards the agony unseen.

i elevate from one space to another ---

weak body i can no longer bear.

as windows, door, fall ---

same with spirit, dying and cold.

every will turns to ashes:

some hopes become a collection of puppets.

footprints on the ladder remain sour ---

bitter-sweet pain inside my bones.

i reached the scenery of one hundred steps ---

i have to go back and start again.


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