Wishing

~ Wishing ~













A gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart.
Caught in infinity
In the vastness of countless trees
Oh, what purity
Lies in these sceneries
Cursed for this winter hike
I see the dawn and its fountain of light,
Morning from ice.
The scenery of the night.

(Empyrium - The Franconian Woods in Winter Silence)
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Self