Damp breath of forest wraps me... In sickness of fight, And in that web of thoughts I go down the path.
In the time while gliding through the dusk, I hear the moan of trees, Their leaves lay in the musty grass And're full of autumn glee... Brooding clouds make me fell reflected in death, And I fell apart on shades, And the dark pines are the enigma gates Into the soul depths.
Rain bleeds with me, sky cries. Nothing is left behind Come to me And heal My eyes, they're cold and blind. Oh they're tearful and blind.
The pines watch me With eyes of cones...
The omen led me to a gloomy vain In cold October's hands I do perish now on that leafcarpet And that suffer never ends. In the close contact to morning's cold haze I come over the ground Like the tasteless rain from the high Grey clouds And eyes of silence meet me...
Rain went in ground, sky's pure... Nothing is left behind Crow cried loud Black ode For these throes of mind That depression of mind.
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