Sunset through the tree's

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Day 50 366@40


I sit all alone, edge of the glade,
Lightness of day past, now starts to fade.
Look through the trees, at the fading light,
Which turns to red, such a glorious sight.

I sit all alone, edge of the glade,
Colours of day past, now starts to fade.
Glance to the sky, all colours be said,
The ground all around, bathed in shades red.

I sit all alone, edge of the glade,
Memories of day past, now starts to fade.
Look all around me, as the sun sets,
The wonder of nature, another day is reset.




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