In the palms of white a ray of black does shine
Where a small cloud emerge out in a clear day sky
Some birds run to the depths of heights while
Some with the trees themselves bind.
But here lay an old dog with a broken leg
Watching how the time swims by the day
Unnoticed remains it till the day drops
And together with sun it closes its eye.
On the other side of the land flows a sea
A boat, through which, sails free
Away from those birds and that old dog on shore
It sailed and sailed making the water crease.
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