The entrance to my tent isn’t locked
As well as that to my heart
So, you need not to knock
For in the couch of loneliness have I sat.
The furnitures painted with dust
The dinner covered with mold
And my dog stares at it with lust.
Should I still wait as I was told?
Hurry please if you must come
Now that the weather is cool and calm
Be quick lest you arrive drenched in nature’s liquid
For thy fire just gave a farewell bid.
The day is already far spent
Your words went with the wind I guess
Patiently I still await you in my tent.
Are you still my guest?
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