Ancient trees and decadent statues
Desolation in the green grass of the past
Muddy puddles show the path
While black unleash dogs, run
To white scarped ruins.
I walk alone in the ominous mist
The cold wind of winter freezes me
The sound of a sleeping nature
The wind, the rain and the rustle,
It is all part of the vibe of Universe.
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