The transluscent light reveals the darkest secret of the night as she traced the path in silence. She witnessed the shadows dancing before her, laughing at her and leaning to her. The moon glares down at her as if it understood all she has in mind. She keeps swaying her legs, one step after another. The shallow feeling she has in her right now is reflected on her teary eyes. She sees the shadows of the trees before her, waving eagerly for her attention. Perhaps they understand what she has to say. Perhaps they feel what she feels. Well, at least, she has someone who understands. And she smiles back.
June 11th, 2006 at 2:17 am
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