Shapes Of Things To Come
To see is to come,
admire your beauty,
Pieces never existed,
The graps of stories,
I didn't know,
living inwilderness
of sorrows,
Liked corpse,
of transformation,
Now I'm morning's chats,
Evening'ssongs,
Where wild beings,
understoodit's contours,
Shapes of things to come,
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