To see the sun as it is, to hear the rain drops one by one hitting the ground and brush a little bit of it self....
Hearing the cold breeze that sound like a whistling, unable to see throw the dark road surrounded by shadows and a wall of fog...
The remaining aches of a hard fire, that still fighting not to be extinguished...
The remaining aches of a hard fire, that still fighting not to be extinguished...
The time is passing by, a day , a month,a year and finally an age of glory that you can't remember any more...
These times where we were Happy and blessed are no were to be seen and not on shight anymore....
Ιυκα.♥
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