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The Cold Wind

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Neurasthénie

The Cold Wind

The rain through who I rode is ethereal
Our forests are eternal
The cold wind of my breath is always blowing
In the frost that lies beneath the sky
 
The snowy mountain
The freezing glance of the moon, so cold
On my narrow path to darkness
Beholding the eternity…
 
..Orion 05
 
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submitted on 31 lip. 2019 - 19:33
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