Sit there silently,
Dare not speak,
Dare not move,
Observing carelessly.
Lying there gently,
Beneath the old oak tree,
Caressing wind,gentle rays,
Silently he fell asleep,
Eyes twitched, glimmer slightly,
Poked by bristle-tipped leaves,
Awaken by the sudden zephyr,
He shed tears, unwillingly.
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