I ask questions
On life and
expectation
And why I befriend
Fear and
anticipation
I went to
the forest
I look for
the mountains
I ask to
the lord
Can I put
on behold?
And on the
night I came
For the
cure of the pain
I hummed to
the hymn
Of the
birds and the rain
Should I resign
Like a
defeated soldier
on a bloody
battlefield?
Or should I
insist
Like a spider
on a windy
foothill?
I sat in
the night
In the
least of possible light
I found
myself acold
And a
self-tormented soul
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