Belated to behold his floating shiny hair,
Brown eyes, roman nose along blown pipe,
Seated he on that huge cliff,
Spotted him when passing by that Fir forests.
Tip-toed along with holding breath,
Not to get him distracted in his way,
As he was immersed in deep thought.
Not known where he was at that moment,
Aloof, alone, grief-stricken from his self.
Though a gust of wind passed through,
Alert, active, lively got he once,
In whiff of joy moved he a bit,
Stood silent thither I waited to see,
Alas! A shadow of his politely puzzled presence!
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