As a sunset flames
in a crimson sky,
my eyes flash
a dawn of golden blue;
I enter the street immaculately.
Reflections of broken men besiege me,
their destiny no longer mine.
Dead, immortal trees
let loose autumn leaves,
like drunken arrows,
they disperse
in the wind of my heart.
One foot follows another;
I walk with love in my stride.
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