The dying
sunset, a red eye in the sky
Through the
leaves and the branches
golden sunbursts on my face
Crying willows
and red bushes
Waiting for
the darkness to come
Funeral of
the last rays of light
The forest
is burning in a crimson silence
While I stand in the murky foliage
Expecting the
cold embrace of night
The rising
moon blinks from above
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But I cry tears of liquid lead in the dark.
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But I cry tears of liquid lead in the dark.
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