A 1-bawl (poem)
Billows are minds to up the lives
Skirts are steams that heat our beliefs
Violent are golden stands of wills
Statuses are rights and rights are ill
Who s eyes are bulls to arrows
They steal water and covet the lands
You must provided with moneys and arms
Stay on truths but not facts in fates
Closely tie to loops to facts
Junctions to monks but not true men
A prize skull is confer in parts
Steps with embryo with births of leaders
Lights in sign of green that emerged
Green in lands with peoples in needs
Stuck and stay in presses with rights
Tops of spheres are worst than cliffs
Stroll on weaves our spirits are rise
But afraid to kneel down on spheres
Smooth on faces evils in cores
Demons popes but fairy touches
We defy for all bad defused
Facts are tricks that direct and defeated
No karma change by gods but deeds
Copy two keys for treasures on Eden
Cauchy,Cauchy bent on glory
Below all belts the kicks are long
The best of bunches are busy in works
Single man is tighten in honest
Flaunts in guns but smokes are bad
Calm down all laws that in homes
Hammers and thoughts are smiles of axes
Décor your whites and show your lands
We are strollers on weaves that doomed
Fridays have passed and nights have moons
Over the moons freedoms are moods
Bawling mothers are not lands in hopes
Nihilities are laws to that in null
Nihilism has greet the world with doubts
Nets of birds are real in designs
WE are happy birds that sleep in feed
--------Poem by Cheung shun sang=cauchy3--------