A belated call
and a mountain song
a portrait
to adorn her
when left alone
Looking at my head
cast many doubts
that overshadows
a baby sparrow
in the moonlight
It's a cruel game
that a coward
will bring up a complaint
as day's end
in time
But as an eternal child
I stand to have faith and hope
on this evening star
where my farewell
is reached in the heavens
to God.
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