watching sun brightens horizon
blood red coming out clouds
reflecting on my palms and shirt
trees quiet, birds stayed home
leaving me waiting and all alone
okay, i have that dream at dawn
grass showing my footprints
there are who came earlier
pushing cart left heavy tracks
i can see smoke coming up
from a distant old grass hut
that's where am going to rest
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