get the white stucco.
the temple of the polar winter.
go to the galaxy giant in the valley.
look into the starry moats.
to get out of hiding in the Arctic.
light months,stars of the eternal.
and according to the laws of the molar.
then all the candles are lit.
this way to the temples.
white rustling winters.
to icons in frames in houses.
and we're circling the dream of flying.
it is the angel who takes out the soul.
on the field of death in the outcome.
and soul star circling.
invisible flying in the sky.
this is a polar glacier.
Antarctica is the ice wall.
and time is a humble wanderer.
with a calm sky wave.