On the canvas of far horizon
Sun is sprinkling colors and beauty
with the brush of its mild rays
rejoicing the divine duty.
At the time of this lovely dusk
again two old friends unite
to share the words of wisdom
the lonely trail and I.
Trail, o my dear friend
you are an aged monk
standing still, amidst these hills,
uttering silence sermon.
Trail, o my dear friend
you are indeed my dear friend
I share with you my inner void
which, otherwise, is hard to comprehend!
Trail, o my dear friend
you resemble a journey of my life
tiresome walk for goals in vain
little bit pleasure, little of strife!
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