The sunset

THE SUNSET 

Down this dusty path

Across the silent stream 

Through the already darkening forest 

I hold my breath 

As i jump over the thick bushes 

Leaves and the woods already cold 

And the crickets singing they songs 

A sigh of relief, 

As i finally come to the clear land 

All spread out like a dead lawn

The scary forest i see from behind

I see the hut from a far 

Across the valley up the hill 

I can literally count my footsteps 

With the labyrinths to the village 

Winding upwards, 

Humbly spaced out 

I sneeze and cough 

The dust, maybe 

Tired, definitely 

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I write this as i silently watch the sun beautiful vanish into the west