An afternoon when sporadically, nature sighs; dancing to and fro— 
The branches never still; the winds departed, leaving leaves scattering.
I am left on the riverbank undecided and unwilling to go, and sobbing
As the waters were roaring and brawling with pebbles and stones.
I witnessed how petals went away, never resisting the flow.

And so I endured the sun, though deserted and weary.
It's nearing afternoon, and no shadows were present;
Things had my mind occupied, yet my soul, seeking one to resent.
Unbothered by the wind, birds are singing, I heard them surely—
Yet fain to remain, I had to stand and resume on my journey.

Approaching the night, the sunset departed without me,
Climbing stars have known me not, I was a stranger under the skies.
And the moon has not shown up, presumably tomorrow, it might;
But I am not to wait, or impose on the evening; I flee.
Where I'd stop hereafter, no one can tell; maybe time, or I will.


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