The orange sun setting
Somewhere ahead
Beyond our sight
Through dense wood
Still are slanting
Glimmers of light
Below a carpet
Of red gold leaves
Crunching beneath
We’ll stop soon
Beside this path
And rest well tonight.
The orange sun setting
Somewhere ahead
Beyond our sight
Through dense wood
Still are slanting
Glimmers of light
Below a carpet
Of red gold leaves
Crunching beneath
We’ll stop soon
Beside this path
And rest well tonight.
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