alexander opicho - It Is Useless

It is useless to sing to me about beauty of the world
When I have already lost my eyesight,
To sing to me the melody of your lover
When my eardrums are already broken,
To confirm my poetry a jejune
When it is already in public,
It is useless to think disgustingly of me
When I am already a perfected creation
Half a distance on my journey towards my destiny,

alexander opicho

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