A spark of light in a strange
Shape like
the waves that surround the sight range
A
wounded collected echoes
Among the Sharp
mountains
The wild star is the face
That reveals the mask buried in the chosen
place
Weeping over our failure
With
deep silent scream
A passage to the
woods
Through the freezing night
Is
waiting for you
To come and bring the
light
Your mirror of the future
Will
reflect the past behind
And the caves of
both of them
Will devote the secret
demise
Storm!
My extreme
restlessness
Will suffocate my innocent
mind
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