If only...
If only she could start anew... but like smoke in the wind her life has evaporated, she is nothing but a dusty road where footprints remain like a shrine to the past. She looks up into the darkness of a night where the stars hide in the rain and she feels like a zero that one ads in vain, like a rose without a scent, like a once thought important but now forgotten date, a traveler on a long trip to nowhere, watching a sad moon through the crying windows of an empty train. She believes she is... Sign in to see full entry.