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Yosuke Tanaka

Valley of Light

As I approached the end of the summer range,
I came to a valley I had no choice but to cross.
The path descended sharply toward the valley floor.
The slopes were densely wooded with tall trees
And in certain places, vines clung tightly to their trunks
While beyond that lay a fragrant pine forest.
In the middle of the valley, where the growth was especially thick,
The slanting rays of the sun fell, forming a belt of brightness.
I was in a valley of white light. I readjusted my heavy backpack
And made my way, step by step, down the radiant flow.

VALLEY OF LIGHT

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Valley of Light

As I approached the end of the summer range,
I came to a valley I had no choice but to cross.
The path descended sharply toward the valley floor.
The slopes were densely wooded with tall trees
And in certain places, vines clung tightly to their trunks
While beyond that lay a fragrant pine forest.
In the middle of the valley, where the growth was especially thick,
The slanting rays of the sun fell, forming a belt of brightness.
I was in a valley of white light. I readjusted my heavy backpack
And made my way, step by step, down the radiant flow.

Valley of Light

As I approached the end of the summer range,
I came to a valley I had no choice but to cross.
The path descended sharply toward the valley floor.
The slopes were densely wooded with tall trees
And in certain places, vines clung tightly to their trunks
While beyond that lay a fragrant pine forest.
In the middle of the valley, where the growth was especially thick,
The slanting rays of the sun fell, forming a belt of brightness.
I was in a valley of white light. I readjusted my heavy backpack
And made my way, step by step, down the radiant flow.
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