Tears
The lake is calm, quiet.
He looks the sun goes down,
Many colours float on his surface:
Pink, red, yellow, all over the water.
The night falls slowly,
Suddenly, the darkness apears everywhere,
A circle is form on the lake,
An other and an other follow.
The life seems to be stop.
The littles circles become bigger,
There’re only three of them.
A minute pass in the night.
The water is all black again.
There’s one light in the silence,
It’s the pale feflexion of the moon.
The stars shine by their absence.
The cold night is empty,
She is not the only one,
She is like a brocken heart,
This brocken soul, source of the circles.
Usualy the rounds start with the sunset,
And stop with the light of the sunrise.
Tonight it’s different, non tears, non sobs.
What happen to the little girl devastate??...