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From the snow I moulded moon - From the verses missing part... What is written, leaf, on you? - The strange Anqā...
I left tavern, went to seek In the thicket thick a lane; But the snow - too drowsy, deep... I returned to former state.
Composition lacks the yellow, By my window little sparrow Chirps, "You see me not... You seek something I have brought..."
And the last mystery of Konya for this time: The Stones 💎💎💎
"Lady of Ontario" New quality photo: (Gradually I will be changing images...) https://t.co/3pONpr3Qwe
In the branches bird is cooing, Mystery is here, here..." Through the branches Luna looming As a yellow chandelier...
Stormy wind is still repeating, "Wake and rise, the spirit sleeping!" Pealing gong by surges high Does perturb affrighted night...
Light is shimmering and fading, Voice of gong revolves vibrating... With a candle I am going 'Mid the billows heaving, rolling;
Voice of gong at night me roused, Calling gong at night aloud, "Spirit, thus arise, and hark To the mysteries of heart!"
Abashed, on pavement then I sat, The rain in air halted; Hang Without motion drops... In magic torpor stopped the clock;