Black bracnhes of tired trees
Bowing down suddenly broken.
Silence and crackle of burning trees.
The wind is spreading burn leaves around.
Ashes – cold of the consience.
Ashes – ice and fire,
Ashes – destiny of the brave,
Ashes – eternal throne.
The wise knows about the destiny,
Seeking for the sense of self-consiense,
Willing for the rest for the soul,
Leavs for eternity, burning down.












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