It is secret
In gloomy light .
I buried a grazer in pasture
I swept leaves for burning his grave
But I had captured by somnambulism
Firstly I entered in way of confession
There is a seed of god
It heard this bitter secret
After forty silent days a seed rose its head with arrogance
It revealed it
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
It is secret
In gloomy light .
I buried a grazer in pasture
I swept leaves for burning his grave
But I had captured by somnambulism
Firstly I entered in way of confession
There is a seed of god
It heard this bitter secret
After forty silent days a seed rose its head with arrogance
It revealed it