Lost

Cold dreams of winter nights
Shadows of crows are in fire lights
Atmosperic woodlands are howling
Ghost---soldiers are moving in dark


The white winter sun is burning in mist
Young soldier is swimming in rain
Broken branches and rotten leafes
Rising sounds of self believes


Black deer is running in night hunt
Wisdom is carved into river stones
Flowers are shattered in morning autopsy
Abandoned season of death closure



Endless unfolding is in open flesh
Post---depressions are cremating
Mute soundscape of gas masks
Evocative fallen rotten graves


Windy hills are protecting
Peaceful death eyes of black fall
Snow sparrows will cover another corpse
In forgotten landscape of death