Days be counted
But not from the sunrise.
The sunrise is not true.
The tree is the witness
Of my words, verify the truth.
Go there with something
Strong and something young
And verify the signature
And photos near you.
The mountain is silent
And my words have no effect.
I am here and nowhere to go,
I am here for the air and
For the light and for the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Of my words, verify the truth... yes, we should always verify the truth. Beautifully penned. Thanks.