The lonely shoes kissed and continued along the way to the rising of hope and the new ventures ... They were comfortable and the Man did not want to part with them, however old and worn ... In their dreams they were always young and fields their thoughts did not allow even a moment of doubt in their rightfulness. The asphalt was like a toasted banitsa ... The river touched the hope with hopelessness, while the Man kept going up and up ... The music did not stop, and the aromas of roses touched even the most tender strings in his soul ... A bouquet of misunderstood feelings were hiding in the backpack of the past, and the future? It was even more unpredictable and unusual. Touching and unmatched. It - the happiness ... She - the love - merged into a glow of eternity, harmony and power of thought ... The lonely shoes closed the door behind them and stayed alone ...
