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Lon dark way
A long dark way and the loneliness deep
Some memories some wists along i keep
silence complete the wind one can hear
Hissing of moving leaves everywhere
A shady path align with trees
A sight from all cares it frees
Some dry leaves wistfully laid
Some still on trees all greenfly clad
A musk of dry dust in air
The drowning sun with few last stares
rising some smoke from chimneys far ...
Thursday 25th January 2018 11:02 am
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