beauty of nature

so im writin´down some rhymes for da big boss in valhalla,older    hehe

a long, strong breaze is blowin´
all things are goin´
autumn is running
but was winter yet drawin`?

in the silence of the night
you wander above fallen leaves
and you feel some snow
below your feet

night is dark,
cold
and wind whispers
of icy storm, to come
in november


on 1st, clouds wear grey
you´re smell taste of winter
Its infernality, its force,
Its majesty
its gentleness


11.6.07 22:36

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