I am a wayfarer
There is the only way to get to my shelter
Nobody gives me the direction
I take a rest
Leaning against the wall you've built
The wall reflexes your quiet footprints
It looks clear but doesn't let me overlook your image
Wild flowers sob
Pine trees shudder with cold
My eyes wander
My legs drift in the wind
Once you cried at me,"come here!"
Now I'm shunted aside,
Weeping behind your back
You are sodden with regrets
You pretend you are cruel
Truth knocks your heart
Secret tears my soul
There is the only way to get to my shelter
It has been made by yourself
I am on the road,
Kindling the twilit sky
You listen to my steps
Until I reach the door
Inside of you
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