Cold Winter Dreams
It has been already four days that it does not stop raining. The sky is grey and looks as if it is the end of the world.
Yellow lightnings flash in the sky and lick the roofs of the houses as a huge fiery snakes and the streets hist flooded in water under the tires of cars.
I try looking out of the window while my breadth blurres the glass all covered with falling rain drops .
A strange feeling of sadness clutches the chest and exorts with a sigh of disquiet.
Do you know that feeling?
It comes with the dusk jacketed with fog crocheting it`s nest in the heart.
It stays there and grows with the cold until the morning light washes the town and reflections of Sun awaken the hope driving out what`s left from the night.
I can`t wait for the morning.
Can`t wait to see the end of that cold winter dream.
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