The Field
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The Field
I cross the vast field. Dazzled by the rays of light filtering between the golden grasses, shimmering in the sun and rising slightly past my height, suddenly, at that place appeared before my eyes, I ascend, swaying in the wind, surging like waves,
The hill
In the obscured vision, life goes on, death recurs But what I face head-on is. Simply the surging golden waves
Severance!
And then. When I had to descend the hill, I. When I descended the hill, I