Fully teethed I left you.
Toothless I return to you.
Where from I had come,
There to I want to return.
In between, I never came back
Nor did I give you any
thought.
Which bird thinks of the nest
When he flies in gay?
In twilight, cows return to
shed.
As night falls, I return to
you.
In your cradle, I was born,
Only where my roots are known.
On return, I shall drop to
you
What I had earned elsewhere
So that, of me, you are aware
And I can pass away with
after care.
24.05.2002
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