In the sunlight of the mid afternoon, in end October
its rays caress the landscape around me,
the wheat fields, newly harvested, has a golden glow,
framed by the greenest of green, the colour of early summer.
In the distance a mountain towers,
A beacon
A likeness to this we have
As it grows bigger, closer, more beautiful
Inevitable and immovable
its rays caress the landscape around me,
the wheat fields, newly harvested, has a golden glow,
framed by the greenest of green, the colour of early summer.
In the distance a mountain towers,
A beacon
A likeness to this we have
As it grows bigger, closer, more beautiful
Inevitable and immovable
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