.There was an echo, an old sore,
A bewildering reflection.
No winds, but cricket chirps
Alongside to the trail.
Traces before me.
Something flitting across.
Maybe a shadow, a famine imagery.
A pasture on the left repeals my worry
That no soul had been here before me
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