The blood is driping on white snow
as I crawl back to my cave in the hills.
Its a cold and dark place,
but it offers me protection
and i feel almost cosy
laying on the hard rocky floor.
After many years of battles
it became my home, my shelter in which i come to lick my wounds,to get some rest and solitude.
This fight was hard, the hardest ever
the nasty teeth and sharp claws
realy dig deep in my flesh.
Once again I had to stood alone against creatures of the night.
Nobody heard my loud howls ,
but im used to that.
I already know
there are very few living beings
wiling, to go that deep in to the forest.
I already know
That time, patience and trust
will slowly transform pain in to wisdom,
wounds will become scars
and memories just some bed time stories
for little children.
Mi lahko kašen ekspert pomaga tole uredit?
Lp
urednica
Poslano:
18. 11. 2015 ob 18:59
Spremenjeno:
18. 11. 2015 ob 19:12
The blood is dripping onto white snow
as I crawl back to my cave in the hills.
It's a cold and dark place,
but it offers me protection
and I feel almost cosy
laying on the hard rocky floor.
After many years of battles
it became my home,
it shelters me when I need to lick my wounds,
when I need some rest and solitude.
Last fight was hard, the hardest ever,
the nasty teeth and sharp claws
realy dig deeply into my flesh.
Once again I had to stand alone against creatures of the night.
Nobody heard my loud howling,
but I'm used to that.
I already know
there are very few living beings
wiling to go that deep into the forest.
I already know
that time, patience and trust
will slowly transform pain into wisdom,
wounds will become scars
and memories just some bed time stories
for little children.
Evo, popravila sem ti samo čisto osnovne škrate. Za to ne rabiš "eksperta", samo kakšnega dobrovoljnega člana portala, med katere spadamo tudi uredniki
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