Tree, Dusk, Distance

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Through blossomed branches
I glimpse the edge of the world,
its long purple clouds.

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Trees silhouetted
in still, silent summer dusk;
day's birds come to rest.

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Now the leaves turn red,
shiver in a fading light
far hills extinguish.

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The horizon's trees
rub their branches together
to start a fire.

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