Old hunter

            ***based on Dido's song

the life is short, but life is great
sometime we don't have time to wait
to do wild things - now. or forget.
sometime tomorrow is too late.
look at the wall - the sword is there
but you have family to care
and your best bow - in a cage
you think - you are not in this age.
but someone - quietly pass a hall
sound like silently closes the door
and air of wild day - burns the throat
the arrow on old bow is loaded
the grass unbent, but hunter gone
you stay at home and feeling fine
but part of you - under wild trees
release yourself. enjoying this.


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