A deer on a strange land
Ho! She says to all life beneath her
Not all she talks that you would understand
And so much her force surrounds all that is winter
Days go by, and nights stay still
Nay! I said, to the broken chair that screams
About lost hope and causes to drop its will
As I went and run to the hill that gleams
Blue as the water, and thick as my smoke
That my true will is that of a gunsmith's own piece
She remembers, as from months she awoke
Trying to forget all the things she would've missed
Youths and elderly all suffer the same fate
That someday death will take us all
But is it not worth living to be great
And to realize that all that glitters is not gold?
So come with us, with the seeds of lost stars
To learn that life is not all money nor bars
But to beautify ourselves, we need each other
Lest we all just stand and cry in the corner
May 2nd, 2017
Bandung, just before dawn
- Friend of the Deer
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