I opened the sleepy gate
to the land of intrusive nightmares
covered for whites with
the veil of fogs and mists
I trod barefooted on fingers
like in the land of charms
with wide milk road
I trod with walk of the cat
the stardust persistently clung to feet
the old fiend bashed me on the back
and I fell with head
into the bottom blown out
as the flame of the candle
into the incomprehensible space
hearing the women's voice I flew
as far as I fell down on the old grave
a touch of the black earth consoled me
when I froze with the stone under the head
in assumptions of the night
with the wise owl
which she entertained for me with conversation
beside they lay quiet and dumb
then you became involved in my dream
in order to cover me in the warm weather of body
tilting quietly
you didn't deflate one star
I would have more brightly...
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With unusual climate, fantastic! ! ! ! ! !