The way, You
Turn Your face
Towards me
I feared.
Since the beginning
I am in feared.
And what is this fear?
It is just to play
The role of a fouler.
Coming with
The index-finger
I said, O creature
Tell me about
What for you are in fear?
The way, You
Turn Your face
Towards me
I feared.
And here is
Your excellent
Thumbs impression
That is touching
Always my earth
And my sky
In recognition.
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