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"The Echo"
I stand on top of the peak;
After the Fall of last Yellow leave,
I sat and view under the tree -
I see the birds fly over the trees,
The birds have made their sound;
The golden leaves spread on the ground.
I walked on it : Crisp! I hear the sound.
Like a wave, the leaves Quivers -
The place is empty -
The lights are Ash.
And so I kept on going ;
And so I reach the end.
I called out Loud ;
And my Voice Rebound.
© Alen Yimchunger
After the Fall of last Yellow leave,
I sat and view under the tree -
I see the birds fly over the trees,
The birds have made their sound;
The golden leaves spread on the ground.
I walked on it : Crisp! I hear the sound.
Like a wave, the leaves Quivers -
The place is empty -
The lights are Ash.
And so I kept on going ;
And so I reach the end.
I called out Loud ;
And my Voice Rebound.
© Alen Yimchunger
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