>The Sunset In My Backyard

>The gold is on fire,
the sea a molten red.
My spirits roam free,
in the setting wood.

The breeze blows,
ruffling my hair.
The lamp is lit,
in the thousand facets of my soul.

The brook flows clear,
over my thirst.
My feet dangle, without care,
in the fragrance.

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