At the moment when the sun burns and dies,
The forest of the eastern hemisphere lives on in utter darkness,
The mountains rough wind blowing hard and sighs,
As the lizard of night scratches the rocks with might.
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Lovely...rising Sun driving the night spirits...also the enlightened heart chucking out the mire from it....nice reading
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