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Autumn Evening in the Wilderness
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Foliage,
a withering gold,
Smeared sadness upon the ground.
The trees weep its tears onto the face of fall,
Evening twilight shimmers its lavender light
Before it vanishes into the bleak, starless night.
A lost nightingale, below the zenith of peace,
Flapping her tired wings; she longs to return to her nest--
Where her young offsprings yearn to hear her melodies.
Written by: Tri
Tran
May 4, 2006
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