A forgotten melodyThe mirror of the small lake shattered as a brown leaf slowly dropped on its surface. The reflection of the old mansion broke into pieces, predicting the inevitable fate of the ancient building. Cold wind blew amongst the nearly bald trees, like the cruel breath of autumn, tearing apart the last remaining memories of summer. Grey clouds were rolling the sky, bleaching the pale sun, casting shadows on the dying landscape.A beam of light escaped the bars of fall, quickly it ran, so powerless, so vulnerable, looking for a place to hide, to rest, to stay alive...It ran straight to the old mansion, then waited a bit, just to make sure that it's safe there. After a little while, it continued its path, step by step advanced near the walls, through an old, broken window, and finally, refracted onto the floor, painting a tiny rainbow into the haze of the worn-out ballroom. A slight breeze unsettled some dust, blowing it through the place. With the soft wind, fragments of light music emerged f
Fall- What will you do when I will be gone? - asked the nightingale. It was autumn. The trees slowly turned red, and the warm summer wind got colder day by day.- I don't know - answered the lark. In the setting sun, the nightingale's feathers seemed to glow. The lark was gazing at the red, orange disc melting into the horizon. He knew that in just a few minutes that shining warmth will pass, giving its place to hundreds and hundreds of hundreds much smaller, little lights. He thought about other sunsets, so similar to this one. Once, they were sitting on a twig, just above a stream. The last beams of the sun were playing their carefree game with the tiny waves. The nightingale was singing a simple, yet beautiful melody. She used to sing at dusk. The lark enjoyed being around those times. Somehow, that soft, light voice made even the darkests of the nights pleasurable. They were sitting close, admiring how the water turned from glistening yellow to deep black.And just at the moment when t
While dawn meets the dusk~Wake up in the nightYou are not near me, it hurts -Moonlight burns my face.~Droplets of warm rain- the horizon turns orange -Like tears hit the ground.~Early morning light,Sun shining through shady clouds -Reflection of you.~Soft song of blossoms -Secret, silent harmonyEmbracing your soul,While dawn slowly meets the dusk -I feel you're always with me.~
A walk.I've got a story... just for You.It happened to me right now.I was walking in the night, beneath the black, covered sky, head down.Didn't want to see anything. Didn't want to be seen by anything.But even then, gazing at the ground, I caught a sight of it. It hit me as lightning - the soft light of the moon. I held my head up - and saw that there are no stormclouds covering the silver face, who shines at everyone caring to look.It felt just as if it was spring. Silent breeze ran throught the scene. It felt somehow warm.And then, a few clouds appeared. But not them scary ones. They were friendly, thin clouds, passing on, with the wings of the gently blowing wind.They played with the moon. For an instant, they hid his face, just to show it again in a glance, in its full glory.And then it began.There were some leaves left on the trees, even in winter.A soft breeze appeared. I don't know how. I don't want to know how. It just appeared.And then, silently, that I couldn't hear, he
---Soft crystal tinkleSilent silver breeze at night -Tears falling from stone.