A flock of golden-black migratory birds
Flies out from the pages of your blue diary,
Their wings are trembling in joy
Feeling the pull of a distant deep sky out there.
Your guests are half-asleep tonight
After celebrating the star parties nights after nights.
Your little deer ran away towards the black forest,
Disappeared through the moonless night.
On the soft velvet-chest of the dark sky
The galaxy becomes brighter and brighter -
So many stars are shining out there
As if sand grains on a sea shore.
O merciful mother-
When will your chariot come running down to us
Along that starry highway?
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