He caught a bird
Close him in a dark dungeon

I went there

His legs were chained
His hands were chained

Hair were the mould of dust
The beard was the oldest jaundice

For months he hadn't bathed

To see me
Tears rolled down his hollowed cheeks
To the floor

Something he murmured
Something his sighs galloped

As I turned my back
I heard the longest cry

Let me go
Let me go