A wanderer with no home
The way without road
Had rotten by sicknes
And legs're going float
I'm walking the woods and the fields I've not knowed
I meet up the persons, who've taken by turmoil
I'm looking desireless to treasures of toil
In case that their souls took corruption and spoils
My only follower
Is my lonley shadow
And eyes have been closed
By grey hair's pay down
My only own package
Is staff and old note book
Which I will write down
For other's mind forelook
I'll stay in a harsh land with cold wind and passions
There's no place for bards with their thoughtless regressions
There'll be only me and a century pinetrees
Replace up the building of steel and my blindness
In hovel my body
Get warned by fire
And well with fresh water
Will cool the heart's dire
I'll put my old staff in a snowdrift with dashes
When my robe is almost converted to ashes
Then I will transform in a cold river's flowing
And flow down too far to remember the calling
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
A wanderer with no home
The way without road
Had rotten by sicknes
And legs're going float
I'm walking the woods and the fields I've not knowed
I meet up the persons, who've taken by turmoil
I'm looking desireless to treasures of toil
In case that their souls took corruption and spoils
My only follower
Is my lonley shadow
And eyes have been closed
By grey hair's pay down
My only own package
Is staff and old note book
Which I will write down
For other's mind forelook
I'll stay in a harsh land with cold wind and passions
There's no place for bards with their thoughtless regressions
There'll be only me and a century pinetrees
Replace up the building of steel and my blindness
In hovel my body
Get warned by fire
And well with fresh water
Will cool the heart's dire
I'll put my old staff in a snowdrift with dashes
When my robe is almost converted to ashes
Then I will transform in a cold river's flowing
And flow down too far to remember the calling
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