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A Lake Landscape Full of Hope

Hair Falls – I Remain

There's no need to make a fuss about this poem
I wrote it myself, not bothering any program.
It may not earn many stars or fame,
but slowly, my hair starts to wane.

I'll need to cover my head, I suppose,
and soon, to the barber, my journey goes.
When the sweet summer sun shines bright,
I must protect my baldness from its light.

The heavens' law is still up high;
slowly, I'll find my way up to the sky.
But for now, I enjoy the summer's warm glow
and strive to heal from this illness I know.