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 ...

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