weak and strong
People under roofs
Winter waiting
and others forgotten
with the rain, the grass
and stone blend
... but roses are heavenly
Unsorted The Sweet Evening
breath and surrendered to the sun
The time passed similar with the seasons The dialogue became a monologue and Illusion in the latter part of the road, the sun leaves Shadows cover the soil, stones in grass and the last rays dying on rooftops and minced
