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They and............Me
When I smiled at the sun,its beams burnt me
I sang to the bird,but the bird didn't hear me
I tried to embrace the rose,its leaves strangled me
I stared at the stars, they couldn't see me
I loved the butterfly,it flew away for it hated me
When I wanted to caress the breeze,wind struck me
Are they so wicked?or it wickedness in me?

It 's a very nice poem
Thank you dear