Again
A gain, all roads seem to take me towards sunrise, but there are no smiles left in me for new born suns and my hands try to reach for something new while the deep roots of the undressing trees thirsty for dew try to forget the sadness of growing in the shadows of the clouds that make this autumn sky so dark. Again, that sun that colored the sky before has dimmed and around the almost naked trees, plays the wind, painting with earthy colors everything that before was green and covering the soil... Sign in to see full entry.