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walking alone
The sun was setting
on a perfect day,
the last light fading
as the insects played,
The swans were looking
for their nesting lair,
the path was winding
me back home,
a flying fox was swooping
way down low,
the moon reflecting
made the water glow,
tear were starting
much to my surprise,
as I stopped
to dry my eyes.
I had to think
Just what was wrong with me,
Had I finally
fell out my tree,