And this terrain is
Strange to me, my
Experience of
Fall and break is
Tied to people non-
Comprehending of
How I yearn and
Wait for life to turn.

I face the sun, I
Truly do, and I
Say this but
People look at me and
Think: falsely you - we
Are your good and we
Will not let you go.
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