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Here we stand together, looking over

our land as the hills turn yellow and

the trees lose all their leaves.

Nature, like us, prepare to rest.

It is late and houses cast heavy shadows

over our lands. Like each straw casts a

shadow over its neighbour.

Like a over you.

Your eyes don’t follow the way of the birds

like mine,  behind your eyes

there is nothing but pain and

you can not feel the cold wind on your skin.