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The cold everdark winds of autumn,
howling trough my mind,
a never ending universe,
full of mysteries unknown to mankind.
Normal life as seen trough my eyes,
clashes with the tranquil yet,
melancholic mood of ,
this world of its own.
Like a leaf fallen from the immense oak, in the middle
of this great everexpanding forest, I find myself floating,
over mountains, streams and trees, with their uppermost
branches, reaching what some might call heaven.
This environment is liable to change,
from the hot straining air of summer,
to the ice-cold winds raging trough a winterforest.
From the lifely and nice of spring,
To the dark rainy and sad skies floating above us on
an autumn night. |
