Woodlands of eternal silence
Oceans of dullness without storms
Trails of infinite desolation
In those moments when we look
In empty eyes
Never-ending mires of wilderness
Unattainably glowing horizons
Messengers of apocalypse
That never arrive
While musty smell is spreading
Deserting streams
Like rays of hope
To drive us into a corner
In a wasteland
Devoted to nothing
Curious creatures want
The mirror of last truth
Like restless water
Easy to destroy
With a stone’s throw

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