When I woke up in the doom,
He was sleeping and snoring
Attempts to wake him up
dug into an hike of thrust..
Desperately, sitting in the shadow,
Someone comes and goes,
Only silence, and a bit mourning
When they came up..
Teared in the chilled riverside,
Sitting with hot hands in hands,
He was once again getting into sleep,
From the hight of shallowness of rites
to the light of dripped fallowness of river-trees..
Answers ended in the silences..
Silence ended as answers..
As he was not interested in my requests..
Let him sleep, for one more day..
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