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Winter Sonata (2)
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When you got nothing death is the nicest thing to embrace.

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2005-11-24  | [Этот текст следует читать на // Русском english]    | 



He closed his eyes as he takes a deep breath; suddenly the clouds start to darken as the frost blows away.
The summer heat just ended. Now what he feels is the cold of emptiness. His face is blue and his body turned pale, tears flow from his eyes deluging the dried riverbank, the tears turned crystal as he started skating on his own piece. When he tried to spread his arms to fly, like a free bird on the sky, the gale suddenly stopped. He jumped so high striving to fly, until he dropped his own shattering the clear glass where he was standing. He drowned his self to death but Neptune keep on pushing him out, when he was annihilated he just let his self weightless on the icy river. Now the snow started singing as he fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes he found his self inside a prism on the top of ravine, he looked around and sees nothing but ivories. Tears flow again from his eyes; unexpectedly a blue butterfly came by and kissed his crystal cage. Little by little his barricade starts to melt down as the ravine starts to thicken, when the diamond cage completely disappeared, he became aware the he will gonna fall inside the chasm, he was to afraid to look down even if he knew that there’s nothing but darkness, he starts to fall down. He felt numb as enters the dusk; he started to lose his voice and so as his senses litle by little, until he finally knew that he was gone with the wind.





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