Tuesday, October 9, 2007

A Translation

Hunter of her quality all fallen heroines
Her clock’s ticks call this revolution
Unfriendly foes
Do I swear
Shall I find
Here does she hide under skin deep
All too often hue landscapes fall
Lost in them living here
Stomp thy soul
Die forever
Walk unto
True minds forget
Or unaware
Standing on curses
In them will go blind
I’ll go on marching
All ours instead
For it’s I
Who unaware
Night of
Under stars will I hang
Clusters on broaden horizons
Broaden them
In fresher hung skies

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