So...
certain renown owns nature,
variant significance can be found,
i saw one write knavish cartel
to such states... bruised, alarmed...
and dreadfully discommodious, and so
displaced their assumed calm,
haunted glances, grew too profound,
and to such degree...
one was found hanging,
one day...
.
.
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pendulous, from a tree.....
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I never know what's going on, but maybe I don't want to know. Creepy and wondrous all at the same time. Cool!