Road of ocher redness.
Purple of the deep green bush.
Because light of.,
Diverged from the dispersion.
Scattering of tall trees.
Homes that sat high up.
Wood, it was.
Brown leaves,
touch the leafless bush.
Under those the boy.
Which will he be made up.
Between the scattering of tall trees,
stunning near she gets.
Left exposed to long to him.
From where he enters into the new world.
Made up of scattered trees,
green leafless bushes.
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