A piece of darkest rock has touched the ground,
When I had look around and touched my bread and milk.
Stone-water-splashes find their rest
And at the bottom of canyon shadows dance, so strange…
Soundweaved butterfly has try to reach the tea-color disk
But dies from mile to mile conceding vacancy to Silence
The hot wind orders :stop the contemplation
That's right my fair friend, it's time to go my way…
A piece of darkest rock has touched the place around,
I'm falling down, I'm falling down
without a name, without a pain
Without that pictures which has always show my first but finished game…
Doubleness
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