Pandora - Thirty-one Commons and Black Coffee

I would say that this long poem by Pandora is a meticulous effort in its compositional method. I believe that if a poet with strong analytical skills were to carefully approach his long poem and write a piece about it, it would be very beneficial to the world of poetry.

Khin Aung Aye

20, March, 2017 Frapradin,

Bangkok 16:09 hrs.

A collection of thirty-one

Dates that can't be traced to the ego

I will never pick up a piece of my heart that has been scattered.

The body does not show any form, the body does not show any form.

I can't even stand in front of a mirror and picture myself.

After opening a new meaning to happiness.

Dates that can't be traced to the ego

When your own flesh and blood becomes someone's lifeblood

In Calcutta, "I" disappeared and arrived.

A ride that is both unique and endlessly different

The place where conflicts can be settled is the present.

I closed my eyes and closed my mouth in fear every time I heard a knock at the door of my dream.

I will never pick up a piece of my heart that has been scattered.

Just a breath of air and a slight sigh of relief.

How I smiled amidst the harsh inhales and exhales

I no longer look far, I feel comfortable in my own imagination.

The delicate jasmine flowers are fragrant with every breeze.

Fresh water is the warmest.

The body does not show any form, the body does not show any form.

The Dharma is entangled in my body, and I am repeatedly frightened.

The hard shell of thought did not break through.

I stretched the circular leather ring in half.

Hello world, you are so cute.

Who is yellow, who is left, who is right, who is red, who is green?