Trees sing with my soul in unison,
They show all day-dreams of the Forest,
Remember tunes of worlds under the moonlight...
With devastated heart of yours be honest.
You stay in place you aren't belong
And woods will never give you a shelter -
Just dying sun have tangled in trees...
Into the gray dense dusk you enter.
Your way into the Perfect World
Are paved with dreams of lonely spirits,
They stay in wood, 'cause its their Home,
Step on... into the Heaven nearest.
The Spirit greets you as a friend
Hwo's broken chains of pseudo-freedom,
Who smashed himself and freed himself
And went into his woody Eden.
The Wood is dead, but you're alive,
Alive or dead? No matter, really...
'Cause yours are trees and yours are stars,
You're shouting loud and breathing freely...
Spirit in The Dead Forest
© Copyright: Дмитрий Сучков, 2006
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