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maanantai 7. syyskuuta 2015

Wilderness sleeps

The wolf casually sniffing
grass lint, oh can
produce the wolf poor thing
the point needs
summer flowers.
The male point on it
forward heads it behind.
The darkness of the night for almost
while calls them.
The night is full of natural
magic, black forest
devils.

The southeast rises the brave
moon, over the fells
gradually descends.
Night invites you to hell grain,
and the sway of forest trees
silent. The stars coverage
to throw over the desert.
Nature is ready
the desert yourself for a dark embrace.


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