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| Beautiful creation of God which consoled my tired soul. |
You ran far in front,
sculptured the golden bridge for me,
saved me from drowning,
into the abyss of suffering.
Lead me with your worn out hands,
walk onto the glorious path to the end.
And now, you are still sculpturing,
this immeasurable bridge,
with your clenching hand and feet,
with your insufficient youth and life,
and a body deprived of freedom.
How hard, how harsh, how awful.
Still you look back with a bright smile,
and a tender crystal eyes,
under the glaring dazzling light.
Your pearly tears fall on my arms,
when you abruptly turned,
to disguise the loneliness that peeps,
in the umpteen silent nights.
Teach me and I shall run,
until your drenched back is unseen,
until in the position of a quarter,
until it is close enough to portray,
your mesmerizing side face,
and your pure simple smile.
'It's too suffering! I bear it no more.'
'A little more! Please, bear a little more.'
Looking into your eyes,
with sweats rolling down from our hairlines,
telling you that,
it’s all worth it with us by our sides.
