One window is still lit ...

in #nature3 years ago

Small room. White window, and in it - the sun's rays. Rays that do not speak. Dance. Time has tormented. On the floor - scattered leaves and music in silence. From joy or sadness tears are ruined on the leaves. I have eyes in the window and I say goodbye to the night. The wind is silent in my window brings sunflower flowers As soon as the window opens spring will kiss me. The music will wither away and resurrected into new strings. Small room. White window, and in it - my eyes. Eyes that do not speak. They are blushing. Time is silent.