Tall trees touching the sky
Red waves roaring high
Mournful melodies making me sigh
Birds sang as the flute chant
Recalling what my mother want
Sapid fruits left unpicked in the trees
Realised going back not ease
Deep and deep as i went the monotonous cadence increased
Letting my hope decrease
As the dark surged
The fear merged
Then the shrewd light entered my eyes
Letting my dream wake
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