Prince and ghosts across the holy pictures. Caves along streets, beasts
Sleeping while amoung the river of childhood we explore the trees,
Meadows and the ice mountains are translating the dark shadows
From fallen angels. Dragons, sheeps, churches and faces of God
Are rising as the moon as an symbol of pain. Wolfs inside forests, snows
Beating in surfaces of leaves. Storms in our city, flames in dreams,
Every desert becomes green if you keep love in your madness sleep.
Bats flying beside farols in waves of civilization, birds are exploring
The skies and groves. Save the tender light of spring and feel winters
Dying in beauty flowers of this child living inside of yourself!
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