a love of life with solidarity and anarchic passion, secluded in the peace of balance, a stillness flowing on, within you and without you

In the mist he was standingUnder the weeping moonSilhouetteForest of OctoberThe twilight is my robeRequiemThe apostle in triumphInto the frost of Winter 

In the mist he was standing
Under the weeping moon
Silhouette
Forest of October
The twilight is my robe
Requiem
The apostle in triumph
Into the frost of Winter 

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