I am the child of the shadowy hills
Rare is my birth from the hard rocks
In solitude I travel too high in pace.
Bows to thorns bleeding my face
Tiding pain of heart I strongly grow
Smile and tears never defect my goal.
I am forced by destiny for a sea
Going back to the womb where began
Oblivious of it by time’s illusory spell.
I am dried up under a summer-sun
Sickly breathe on way in little murmur,
There is hope in my sweat of labour
Songs of rain fling down the stars
I cross the desert and rocky ways
Never bound as a prisoner of time
I keep on moving, flow is my life
Confide in a goal of longing blue-bay.
Meander through the pathless woods
Wander and wonder miles and miles
Frozen in winter through dead lakes
In steaming morns and gloomy eves
Leap, limp as concerts of my own.
Insistently I move without a stay
In adoration of the breeze of spring
Unfolding me in ecstasies and dreams
Brave a journey in ceaseless efforts.
I shriek and shrink at roars of waves
The sea is so vast, I am so small,
Blown away again from the raging sea
I am reborn again in a new dawn.
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