In the field
The harsh and empty field
Something doesn't leave me
A shadow may be
With the wind
it moves
With the sun
it shines
And in the night
it does'nt die
Inmortal is my soul
My ached soul
That keeps me moving
in the eternal dancing
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
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