Woods

Some woods lies deep beneath the ground rocks and hills, hiding out of our feels and sight.

Some woods lies far far away, outside of the horizon, hiding out of our roads and tales somewhere beyond the world’s edge.

Some of them truly beautiful and mystic, lies terrific wonder of the light — a shiny spirit web-the-wood outside the sky and space.
But…

Really deep and scarily big, mighty, shiny, omnigreat in their truly power — these woods we carry, you and me and everyone of them, but nobody cares… Cristal clear and unfathomably deep. Besides our glassy eyes lies the wonderest of them — our own the Soul Forest.

Автор: Эдгар Оболенский

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