THERE IS A FOREST

There is a forest without any tree
Only routs, routs
And paths that lead
Nowhere
There is a season without a name
Only faraway echoes
And winds the never cease
Newer
There is a purple sky
Nobody saw it
There is a big eye
Swallowed by the earth
Thoroughly
There is a hollow voice
There are many voices
Needling that purple sky
There is a man
There are many men
Climbing the ropes of tears

There is a heart beating hard
…And a forest, and a path, and a season without names…
There is a bedridden world
And there is…
O God!
Nobody to heal it
In any way
(Nevermore)

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