This way is always... opened: to tell about your feeling. Never mind, that silent air near is not full of little melody of coming some nice creature...
Night is not wonderful time to it's, dreamily closed, yeas - the moon is raised and many-many nights ago, but trees were waiting for this, and it is not silly!
Cause road was decorated by little stars, witch looks like bored moment ago, little, warm, brightly stars from rainbow...
It came back, there, where was not waiting for us, near starkly lake in the deep of the wood, covered with fog; talking us stories of meetings, waiting’s, feelings, witch were number of... all sky, flying by a ribbon... After some little, wonder - the creature...
It goes on it's way, the night...
Night of road...
This way is always... opened, full of little melody of coming...
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