No one will ever know...
No one would ever know the things I have dreamed watching the tree in my garden undress and await, prisoner of her fate the inevitable cold touch of the unfeeling snow. How could anyone guess what only I know, for I, as that tree, have felt the hopelessness of an empty world where everything its out of reach... the mountains far away hiding the sun, the waves... softly calling from the beach I am aware of the deafening silence when everyone leaves and one is attached to where one is, The birds... Sign in to see full entry.