Anna
Life is made of little things. They seem like nothing, Hiding behind our memories Under a white veil. But they give us peace. Like tiny snowflakes singing in the wind.
Dark rooms, Scary people, Distanced voices, Transparent ghosts, Fairy tales, Flickering shadows, Falling into the darkness, Familiar faces, Laughter, The sound of an alarm clock, Time to wake up..
A cold goddess, The white death, The mysterious fog, A dark veil, The red sky, Long nights, A white cloak, Chilly air, A husky voice..
Trouble bringer, A silent whisperer, A fierce destroyer, A lost spirit, A gentle voice, An invisible friend, An erratic wanderer, An ancient song.
Drifting away the memories of his past, The first time the met, All days that surpassed. Wild waves crushing his heart, The day when his world fell apart.
The wolf howled as the ghostly moon rose, Distant whispers were carried by the trees, Trembling shadows fell upon the willows, Some leaves we're carried by the breeze.
I would like to be a leaf in a painting by Sarah whimperis. I love the indigo, ultramarine and opaque sky.
All leaves turn golden, Days get shorter and darker, The birds stop singing.
Whisk a handful of patience and add a pinch of honesty, Add a sprinkle of happiness and a table spoon of forgiveness. Simmer gently a cup of understanding, A dash of trust, and a bucket of good...
The snow is falling, whispering in the darkness: winter is coming.