The visionary life

As a shadow comes and flies
Between its folds something is wise
It goes hurrying as a spider
Almost he came legally to my home
And between the grasses he set up a tent
Shapelessly his current view attends our farm
And there he mostly keeps up looking to farmers
The scythe's shadow up to his hands as a dark night
Grimily he went up picking the night shadow
As a nightmare hangs the elf and cracks
That's his hand between green and red spotted
I woke up to find my children making a noise
And from that event I decide waking up early
The shadow comes as a visionary I helped nothing
But the case is fragmented as pieces of paper
Here my shadow glimmers never dark but white
As an inflammable kerosene looking bright

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The visionary life