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Taste of life

We don't belong to ourselves most of the time

By John WilsonPublished 9 months ago 1 min read

Life is too hard

I think my poetry could be sweeter

Harmony of the five tastes of life

It's like the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty in the kitchen

The greatest pain can make the greatest pleasure

Complex and changeable taste can make life sweet

Love and not love what

Let's leave it at that

Your love of life has dimmed

But why does life love you so persistently?

We don't belong to ourselves most of the time

We don't know the man who lives inside us

About the person's face, personality, voice

Familiar and strange at the same time, close and distant

It looks like a withered star in the sky

The body was dry, but the soul was bloody

surreal poetry

About the Creator

John Wilson

I am a freelance writer and I hope my articles will give you pleasure

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