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Burning gardens rising to the air

So the wind may take them away

The winter storm might shred them apart

Where neither sun nor moon gives light

''All the fairies dance, naked to the rain

As the lightning strikes their mythic figures''

A dead emotion, the burning skies stand

before me, a twilight stroke me, mesmerized

My modest thoughts

The empire of the thousand cosmic lands

The blazing shades of the distant moonlight

At the last stand when the midnight

has come. the moon haunts

The lightning in the dark,

Fairy presence cover the woods,

The nature celebrates among the wolves