Evening Waves
Mountain was leaving breath,
Grass and leaves were waving him.
Animals were grazing in the field,
Birds were playing in joy,
Cheerful Sun was hiding itself,
Behind the mountain’s height.
The river was burning,
Golden flames were smoking,
Evening waves were jumping blue,
A silver bird was floating,
Air was roaring,
Ear drum was protecting a noise.
Ladies were going back home,
Piles of hay stacks was on the top,
The grass branches were hanging down,
As curly hairs were grazing beauty,
A baby girl was chasing her mum,
As fear was growing in dark.
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