Mood

“Mood”
             And the days were silent and pale…
The clouds were crying about dying Autumn.
“Her comes Lady Winter”, - says the Skies.
             Arriving…
Long hair, sharp and strict sight.  Shadow of Mystics on the cold crystal face.
Ice Bell is singing the song of Northern Wind and dusk light of December.
“In the misty land of daydreams and fair tales…” – whispers last Morning Star.
So, the story begins.
Waiting for Magic... Coming soon.
Oh, what a beautiful night! Walking along the street…
Last December rain. Reflecting moonlight in silver mirrors of pools. Fading echo of my footsteps.
Stars are falling down. Why do they fall? Who knows? Who can say?
May be it’s only a moment of my dream… I’m flying…
But everything has its beginning and its end. Landing slowly. So sad.
Back again. Small room, full of dancing shadows. Only two candles, two forever burning flames are crying in the dark, making one lonely soul to shine brighter.
The Magic has come. And the name of  Magic is… Secret.
         Deep silent Secret of one’s heart.
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