Time of Silent Power: at the Silent Source

Lokalkompass

Factuality

Ownership

Once I ran, early to see, the sunrise red. How does he dive out of the sea, fiery and without weight, gently sliding, like a boat. Saw, soon she had risen. high above valley and Au. Blass still, the moon's cradle, lying in the sickle form, shining, of the sky blue. The day walked his ways, peacefully in the sunshine. Who, as the moon moved, lay in the floods and slowly sank into it. Still in the evening hours, I sat at the fresh spring. Soon fee…