In the land of dreams.
Unfulfilled hopes.
Where only cats and souls of the fallen stay.
Saint Wood stands guard for quiet.
He stands in berofe of hot and cold.
Before the real and the false.
On the border of legend and myth.
Grieving with the fallen, about his action.
In the thicker lost leaves.
Forgotten grove in time.
He lost the last acorn.
What was, the last hope for him.
Saint Wood
© Copyright: Алексей Ангорин, 2021
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