From mountain peak
Eagle-eyed on the path
The footsteps of God.
Feeble feet still limping
Like lonely eagle hurt
By thunder bleeding
In to rustle of autumn.
Hearing own heart
Galloping like a horse
Through narrow alleys
In the foggy forests
Running hasty eagerly
To catch up with God
At the end of road.
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