It’s been almost a thousand years since someone spoke to you
for the last time – or at least this is how it feels.
You have been sitting utterly alone in your little secret
room, waiting for someone who will show you the light - who will pass you a
warm hand and take you out. Feeling forgotten by the Creators of the world, you
have started painting in your mind the dream planet. The unique place with the
wooden house, butterflies flying around or even larks singing! A house
somewhere between glade of trees, almost as if it was built in Southern France. Seeing yourself lying down on a softest
meadow in the middle of the night - staring at million shining stars just to
find the special one. The only star
which will be falling down and bringing the light like a fire of burning heart’s
desire. “Do you hear me coming under the lonesome moon’s breeze”?........ No I
don’t!
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