Girls, barely woman,
Drawn to nature.
Marched into the forest.

Whispers of the fallen sun,
Whom everyday when the owls howl
Bow down to the fallen angel,
Called out to warn the carnibals among the leafless trees.
'He has no mercy for those whose hearts are drenched with snow.'

Two angels, born on the same day.
One chose to be the light to the day,
He became the light to the darkness.

He did not switch off the light
And look away.
He got more brighter,
When the vultures of the night turned them back into dust.
All came to see how the
Adam forest turned into a gold desert
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