Leaving the ground
Past the light post
Above the tallest tree
Beyond the night's mist,
My eyes reach the stars.
My feet are in the muck
My hands smeared with dirt
My eyes poor without lens
Yet from the morass
I do reach the stars.
The city lights block
Life's turbulence hinders
Atmospheric dusts barricade
My eyes they couldn't pull down
I still could escape to the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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