See old building in the forest
It tells me: don’t be modest
Come to me! Just enter now!
Bas-reliefs like snake are calling
Come to me! You stand so low…
And I entered. Moon proclaimed it
Life’s here different forever…
In the building forest spirits
Giving now their wisdom
Though the window see bare trees
But inside there’s only mist!
The sourse of forest wisdom
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