shakespear wrote:Ode from inside a jail
How could I live in that miserable jail?
Bad food, bad drink and even the smell was bad.
Criminals, robbers, perverts . .were all pale
All seemed tired or miserable or sad.
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I used to look into your dreamy eyes,
Look at the sky to see the shinning moon,
To see radiant stars, in large or small size.
Thence I wondered, “ Can I see your eyes soon?”
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Your phantom’s coming to me every time,
Stand by me, I wished to hug ‘t tightly.
On the walls of the jail, I carved my rhyme,
By that dim lamp, I could see it slightly.
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Drops of my blood flowed on the jail’s ground.
A needle incised your name on my tired chest.
I had shouted at the top of my sound,
“ Like you, where can I find? In east or west?
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On the walls, there is a motto “ Oh brother . .
Read my kind advice! To you I’m loyal . .
No doubt, every flower will soon wither
But the sweet memory will stay immortal.
Have nice time
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