It’s beautiful here
The golden plain is waving
With the light breeze
I stand on the cliff
Gazing below at the bay
This is my place
The sun is setting
Casting it’s last rays
Around me
Regret wells inside me
Night is coming
But I just found peace
Why must I leave
Such a perfect place
I worked so hard to get here
The end comes so quickly
Faster than I’d like
But I can’t fight the inevitable
As twilight consumes
The no-longer golden plain
The breeze quiets
I look out on the bay
For the last time
And bid life a fond farewell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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