View from a place Of died away years Where thought Will not leave decays Squeezed by the weight of time Step it is cautious In calm. It fears, To break eternal silence I hear the autumn breath And slamming of the raven wings Disturbed by branches creak Rest was violated by the rustles of Silent leaves that will be spinned By the wind, wandering in the night Dark hanging, wood has grinned It has confused the tracks Concluding inside the lost ones.