The sun has only just descended,
its last light mingles with the night,
the sky is a dark hue of blue,
whispering the last gasp of day.
The crows release their final caws,
the rabbit races one last time.
The moon will soon begin to rise,
and stars have started to unveil.
Why would any wonder why
I easily choose countryside?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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