Those dark brown fields of life,
So vast in an entrenchment of their own,
Lost in the syndrome of beauty,
Towering over all heights,
Capsizing the true mettle in man,
Perspiring from the onerous task,
Draping curtains of freshly dug earth,
Leading to dim lights shining ahead.
Those brown fields resemble that orange fading light,
Diffusing into blissful shades of turmoil,
Ebullient with the quenching of time,
Creating bountiful demands,
Abaft with blushes of scarlet red,
Entangling unsolved riddles of life.
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