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              The Last Forest
 
 Today I walk the path of destiny, upon the red earth that is the ground.
 The trees, give away, opening into space like a dream.

 Would I have looked back,
 The forest sanctuary that was my home,
 Would betray me by revealing the times gone by.

 From yellow to brown to green,
 Their leaves change with the seasons.

 I left my forest, 
 The last forest,
 The last refuge.

 and now,
 I hope.
 I hope,
 For the best.

 Like a new road,
 The land is unfamiliar,
 The things seen are frightening, but
 No more is the refuge,
 No more, is
 My Forest 

 - Quadir

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