Every man is a strange tree, with branches, arms stretched to the future and roots - memories far back, who will understand my tongue from the leaf? For a long time, my hands are stuck in the black finger. I feel the pulse of the earth, throbbing hearts. These are your ancestors who sleep beside me. I see their dream, a wonderful world. A holy world without wars, cruelty, malice, and fear of tears. There run horses, green grass, no smoke and fog, and shining light. I stretch my leaves, look at the blue vault, roar motor noise, metal bell. Machines are coming to me, robots are running, deep grave digging for sleep I, who grew up with your children's games, though I lived for a long time now will cut me off. I who, without a voice, begged mercy from you. Stop people! I pray without a voice-not for me, but for you. Pray mercy in front of you. Not for me, but for you. He begged mercy without a voice. People hear, trouser noise, metal ring. People stop, stop, stop, stop! But they'll cut me off, they'll cut me off.
Nikon D5300 whit kit lens
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