📚PASSES AMONG THE SHADOWS OF ARVOREDO📖 +01

📚PASSES AMONG THE SHADOWS OF ARVOREDO📖

🌿Passes through the shadows of grove

A vague wind that seems

That didn’t pass, that’s scared,

Or that there is why it disappears.

The ear listens to non-hearing,

The soul, in the leaning ear,

Feels anguish not to feel

And you want better or worse than nothing.

It's like when the soul doesn't have

Who loves, who waits or who feels,

When you consider a good

Evil itself, as long as it doesn't lie.

And between where the shadows of the grove

Kidnap sounds and breezes trap,

This does not pass fear

And certain leaves come off.

So because there are falling leaves,

The illusion of the wind returns,

But they, falling stiff, betray,

There is no breeze at the moment.

Oh, sound alone from this fall

From the dry leaves on the wasteland,

Oh, sound of never used silk

Clenched in the useless hand,

With what a terrible resemblance

To any voice made in witchcraft,

You remember death and despair,

And what doesn't pass becomes fear.🌼🌸🌺🥀