domingo, 11 de marzo de 2012

Another day that leaves.

And when it seems the day dissappears, an orange velvet sheet covers the sky. The clouds come pink and violet, the horizon becomes purple and the wheat fields tastes gold and honey. The sun loses its power, and its bright comes dull and sweet. The beams from it are amazingly sleek. And then, the sun and the mountain become an only piece, and the stars from above take the sky easily. A thounsand light points are right now there, above us. The sun is hidden, waiting to come back, soon, someday.

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