The day runs red
As the sun goes down,
In blurring lights
I slowly drown...
The sun dives deep
In waters blue,
I rarely sleep,
I see a view
Of these amazing woods so green,
But my reality is grim.
I have to work with little rest,
With burning sun and falling zest
Of tangerines...
But apples are the key
To youth eternal
And long tranquility.
Erytheis
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