De profundis, A vast blue sky above, A whispering of leaves, The rustle of the wind, Nature sings its sorrow.
In the depths of the forest, Where the sun barely passes, Lies a truth, stark and cold, Silence wrapped in shadows.
- Witold Gombrowicz
De profundis, A vast blue sky above, A whispering of leaves, The rustle of the wind, Nature sings its sorrow.
In the depths of the forest, Where the sun barely passes, Lies a truth, stark and cold, Silence wrapped in shadows.