28 December 2012
The wood, the wood,
full of magical creatures,
some sigh, some cry,
others fly high in the sky,
some burrow, some furrow their brow and
think what is that with the horrible stink?
With space to run, and have some fun, i think whats out there...
can i find it?
So i spend the day, running in the fray,
and after the day, running in the fray, thinking of the bay, i sit, i stay,
and sleep the night away.
The Woods • Opuss № I