In the palms
of white a ray of black does shine
Where a
small cloud emerge out in a clear day sky
Some birds
run to the depths of heights while
Some with
the trees themselves bind.
But here lay
an old dog with a broken leg
Watching how
the time swims by the day
Unnoticed
remains it till the day drops
And together
with sun it closes its eye.
On the other
side of the land flows a sea
A boat,
through which, sails free
Away from
those birds and that old dog on shore
It sailed
and sailed making the water crease.
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