I wander up the village’s hill,
Autumn day is falling.
A rising breeze, i feel it’s chill,
Silent nightfall’s calling.
When shadows through the forest creep,
Night Owl’s crying lonely.
I watch the trees for long asleep,
Thoughts are talking only.
As vision’s flying far away,
Pictures seem so close,
Of worlds I wish to see one day.
Where my wind blows, who knows?
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