I walk through the forest.
It takes me time. Leaves
-colored parachutes,
fall on my head.
And those bird trills,
like angel choirs.
Niewietrznie, quietly, but the fungus is
has freely. Already
half past midnight, and
house is crowded.
and muggy and dirty, too loud, marudno.
started raining my trips end.
And so ended a story that nice.
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