Zubia, 30 grudnia 2011
When the night comes, all the birds fly to their homes, everything gets quiet and barren.
The sky gets dark as coal.
It seems like the sun is covered by a black glove, which doesnot let light escape through it.
The moon gets light as the sun goes down. The satrs appear high up in the sky, they twinkle and sparkle like diamonds on a black cloth.
The moon and stars brighten everything.
Everything stills seems very quiet, we hear only the sounds of owls and the creepy crawls of cats.
The wind blows very fast with a scary sound that frightens me when i am alone.
Zubia, 30 grudnia 2011
There was once a heart which was full of joy, love and happiness. There came a bright light, shimmering and glowing, which took over the heart.
It gave the heart more happiness and more love than ever.
But a day came when it stole everything from the heart - joy, love, and happiness.
The bright light was actually full of darkness and sorrows.
It left the heart empty, sorrowful, and cracking.
Eventually the heart was broken into two pieces and it is still empty.
It can only be mended by another true and lovely bright light, for which i'm waiting desperately.
This heart cannot afford to be broken more than once, so, anxiously it's waiting for another true loving heart to join it and mend it.
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