Sunday, March 14, 2004
The strength of destruction
To my headquarters,
the other side for my knee,
It has not come
On the other hand being,
when you verify me in your existence,
you wobbled with no motion
Little do I,
who says things,
do things,
it being possible
The sun goes,
the leaf crosses the happy cloud of snow
the wooden center which is with you dissolves,
it rises to the strength of destruction
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