Tuesday 6 January 2015

Burning Sea In The Living Land





Ring of Shackled Are Near The End
Like The Stream of Flowing River
Let The Border Rule The Bound
The Bound of The Boundary


Through The Glory of Blaze
Who Sleeps Between The Ring
The Madness Ring of Shackled
While Imprisoned Inside of It

Reverie of The Wisest Frog 
Never Even Dreams of Fancy
Yet Shown Ahead Above
Which Granted Upon Miserable

 What is Delude By Time
Shall Deflecting It's Path
As Once Again He Rise
Brings Warm of Harm

Smile of The Pure Children
Vary Into a Sweet Mourning
While Those Well - Earned
We Heard His Shouting Tone

 Is It Because of  Deer?
Who Pounce The Prey
Or Lies of The Ox?
Who Absorb The Truth
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Burning Sea In The Living Land

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