The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha

The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha
The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha
The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha
The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha
The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha
The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha
The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha
The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha
The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha
The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask tha

The sun wandered through the hazy forest and painted strange symbolson the dead earth, on a mask that hides the silence of the night andscreams of graves, languishing in emptiness. The spirit trapped insidethe numb body, like a moth in a box, tossed and broke its wings aboutunbreakable obstacles. The sculpture of the mourner, doomed to grievefor those whom she had never known, sank in rotten foliage and marbletears. She was dressed in heavy stone clothes and the same weight layon her soul.The little dead quietly echoed, at the bottom of their namelessgraves… And she seemed to see blood appearing on cold hands, like acarmine sunset on a gloomy sky. Солнце проникало в мглистый лес и рисовало странные символы напомертвелой земле, на маске, скрывающей тишину ночи и вскрики могил,томящихся пустотой. Дух  запертый внутри оцепенелого тела, словномотылек в коробке, метался и ломал крылья о нерушимые преграды.Скульптура плакальщицы, обречённая скорбеть по тем, кого никогда незнала, тонула в гнилой листве и мраморных слезах. она была облачена втяжёлые каменные одежды и такая же тяжесть лежала у нее на душе.Маленькие мертвецы тихо вторили  её плачу, на дне своих безымянныхмогил… И ей будто бы виделась кровь, выступающая на холодных руках,словно карминный закат на сумрачном небосклоне.Muse Dust of Reason -- source link


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