My friend from above Between those clouds We stand and watch Our mind is greeting us Bubbles of a clear day And the green plateu of anger A field, not a rice field We stand under the leaves of a tree The river is floating under our feet The birds chirp and the butterflies Are searching No clouds in the sky The face of a friend is written into blue of the sky Worship of the omnipotent sun (I dream) A dive into the mirage Straight-angled death That instigates the air to reduce The stench of my heart dies I bury it in my selfishness The pain of not knowing - a tense waiting A raging fear - when the truth is near Who is a friend? The question of my life Under the leaven tree - we wait for the answer
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