fences I run through
maybe larger than me
but the feet aren't daunted
they leap, run forward
till the horizon can be touched
if it is still further away
I shall run on
collecting memories
of all corners, people, and trees
that doesn't let me stop
Has it rained on the gardens yet? Has the sky shed its tears out of yearnings for change Have the reins on fury been pulled Has the sin been...
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