I was walking home one evening
Then these saw me, and I saw them
too in a one shutter-string shot!
It was a pretty landscape in a beautiful
village North of the place of my itinery.
They knew they wouldn't resist me, for
the feeling was mutual.
I didn't and I couldn't
resist them either.
They spoke so loudly that I applaud and
laud the colourful black and white coloured
canvas of the sky.
Their speeches was of hope
Hope of a blissful night's rest
Of spoils of oil of our toils
Of a new dawn and dew
The Sunset of Hope is set!
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