I remember sure forest which miles and I will remember.
Forest
This forest Last throws his shadow once,
Flame his heart this Last his day
Black of his tears on palms your falls,
It will not hold back his death low rain,
His naked palms in gesture of despair,
Extended towards you they call in help,
You hear burnt branches mute shout,
Shadow which protected you, just to disappear …
I was thinking... Maybe you'd agree to put your amazing picture in our group on the Darks Arts?
and it was not a photo but a computer graphic. -.-