Searching a bridge
In between new and old
I could not stand bold,
The reasons for all failures.
And I could not go
Anywhere to build a nest
Under this sky with dreams
Wherein the birds are flying.
Searching the birds
I have lost all here.
I could not know
The names of each one
And what I know
Not all truth.
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