Panorama
the sunset dances
off blades of grass
little children prances
it all happens so fast
beautiful pond
dancing ducks
i have grown quite fond
but the insects sucks
one with nature
she feels it all
we need to save her
before she falls
emptiness in proximity
soothing affable sounds
she pleads for your clemency
and hopes that you`ll stick around
she sits on the ledge
just about to stand
too close to the edge
and she knows that she can
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