No bristling wind bites the woods
Fluffy clouds flying in kissing monologue
Time has stopped for a moment to say sweet nothings
O White-haired Lady, who has forsaken you?
What are you mumbling to your souls?
Nobody will hear your soliloquy
Nobody will look back to fathom your untold mystries
Why are you counting your time in waste-land?
O White-haired lady!
For how many years have you crossed the trodden path?
Could you remember the seasons
When you have saved the criss-crossing sky from drowning?
In your laps you have lifted the veil of melancholy
Ages have never stopped at your footsteps
You have danced all the way to your forfeited destiny
And with all the rage you have drunk the cup of eternity
You have come full alive
No shadows have ever chased you to the frontier of hope and lies.
O White-haired Lady, your saga is yet to begin
Your saga will never end in fire and fume.
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