Was a day

Was a day

The iron air.

Drowsiness of the grass

Breatheing on the wind.

I simple know

I really can't.

So close but

Road is eternal

In almond branchs

Step
Earth
And sky.
And color bitter taste

Day was
Day live
Day begin
Of beginings.
And blood all dews
Dried up
Along ago.


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