Sunset sees us
Stomping in the forest
Hunting any hint
Of a fresh breeze
A welcomed respite
After the scorching heat
Of a summer day
Swiftly we lose depth
The forest becomes
A Flat set
Of black vertical trunks
Against a fiery vivid display
Beautiful Chinese shadow screen
The world is but a show
You can watch it
Or you can be part of it
The choice is yours.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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