Woodland Sunset

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Standing in the woods, Looking through the trees,
The sun started setting, Reflected on the leafs.
All shades of light, The branches of hope,
The wind does bite, On the wooded slope.

Standing in this place, Looking beyond the trees,
The sun setting colours, As the light leaves.
All shades of light, The branches of life,
The wind does bite, Cuts like a knife.


 
 
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