We Are Not Gangster Gang
Not a saint, not a sinner
We are ordinary girls trapped in a liberal space
Gathering every weekend, tea banquet, setting off firecrackers
Dancing in the rain, running, screaming
Not a sinner, not a criminal
We walk around the city without buying it
Holds all the majestic luxury objects and captures the moment
But never even thought of stealing it
Not a criminal, not a naive
Down the street in front of the school between the smoke and street vendors
Sweeps gently over the entire scene in front of the eyes
Then we visit them one by one like a tour in the corner of the city
Not a naive, nor an innocent
But we are not gangsters gang or mafia
We are extraordinary girls caught in the web of young teens
That haunted by the fear of the future,
And chasing dreams at 17 like a bunch of tycoons
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The First Knight [END]
PoetryThe past that is permeated in the recesses of the soul need not be forgotten. Remember and carve beautifully with the dust of the flying fire. Love may come, but all you know is pain. Your little soul is incapable of accepting the reality that is in...
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