Only the Lonely
It was something small; could not distinguish exactly what. It was night and dark and it was standing on soil, mud everywhere; impossible to say what that could have been. It took a while until the rain was gone. After few sunny days, it was no longer there, at least not the way it used to be. It was a little bit of green… small and green. Looking around, saw it’s up on the hill, windy almost...
March 18th, 2011 by admin
