In the loneliness.
There were nothing much to do.
The real emptiness.
Filling the life, there is nothing to do.
When the sunrises.
And when it passes to dawn.
Mind break in to pieces.
And the mind goes down and down.
Evening comes.
It leaves me alone.
On table full of books, papers, news.
I spent this time at home.
The hope of a nice day keeps me going to sleep.
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