Down an old dirt road,
Across the narrow bridge,
Inside a house I sit
Upon the stairs in the dim light.
Without a single word,
Behind the big closed door,
Outside did he keep waiting,
Until no light was shown.
Into the dark he started walking,
Off into the distance
But I could still see him by the white fence.
Beside the painted white fence,
At the end of the red dirt road I stopped him
Like a child I ran out the door.
Since I loved him so,
Never did I want him to leave and be sad forevermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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