The first season
I often saw this strange image
On a faded bloom rekindle some old tributes
When strikes the hour with memories of the pass astray
Lives cross and the air of his laced air
When will cease these litanies
Think the Oete p beaded pearl
Content forests and future mage ?
I believe, I believe that a pack will kill the flower
On the one hand winded the narrow path
As the chanting of prairie feels r had hatched
The shadow was silent with renewed poem
In hard real prism
Fragrances and colors again shared ...