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THE BRAVE
While emerging from the body
He squeezes his quietness in goodness
The word shot
Shots at the target of manhood
As a bird shrunk in rain
At the end of the room
You say that quietness is equal to existence
When its emerges is known
That work demands it anyhow
While searching justice at times
Departed with stars at those times
Where an unpassed mountain grins
