I was writing a bit of poetry, just to try you know :)
hope you guys will enjoy!
Flying Time
Shadows on the wall are moving
Days are passing by and seasons changing,
From the warm and dry summer
To the cloudy autumn then a future winter
The leaves are now flying around,
Colorful disorganization,
On the wall they draw a long,
Wild and beautiful procession,
Dancing along.
The naked tree shows its scars,
Symbols of its old history
It has lived many wars
But sometimes seen harmony.
The days got shorter and colder,
The wind went through the thick walls,
Whistling a melancholic melody
And the shadows of the naked branches,
Rocked by the wind, improvised a new dance.
Sometimes, when there is a snowfall,
He is too cold to sleep,
He sits down and watches the wall,
When time passes.
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