The man who burns in the scorching sun and scatters the urban garbage, we only see the untidy marks of sweat on his body,
I don't see the stream of sweat in the corner of his eye .....
The man standing in the corner of the porch in the middle of the night with a cigarette in his hand, we see only a piece of fire burning on his lips,
I never see the fountain of fire inside him .....
The man who walks in the pouring rain with wet hair, beard and hands, we only see the dirty water droplets on his body,
I don't see the stream of water in the corner of his eye .....
The man who keeps himself busy from unnecessary to unnecessary, we only see his busyness .. the attempt to hide himself inside, the urge to immerse oneself in something else ...
I don't see that ..!
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