Poem 9 (Hour 9) Qundeel

I wish, I have a cottage

Just behind the treeline

There will be no noise

Enjoy the abundance of cloys

I made a strange porridge

Its heat attracts a firefly

Which sits on the bottle

To share my meal and love

Suddenly, I broke my dream

And breathe in lethargy of life

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