Before you cogitate about forsake me,
May I step away from your nest to fly:
To fly alone in a wide and peaceful sky
As I'm not let anyone to get the mastery
Over my unwritten life with their maskery.
Though I'll be there on the next bough;
Away from your arrows and bow;
Holding my dreams hiding inside me,
Until my life-tree sheds all its foliage
Or I lose this lonely life of alienage.
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