Somewhere far away I could hear laughter of the children.
In distance.
Like all that joy was part of a new dimension.
Like all that colours were part of some other world.
Some world I used to belong, long..long time ago.
Sun can be warm, it can shine and bright all the ways.
The grass can be pure green.
And I may feel it under my feet.
I also may admire the beauty of tulips and their scent.
I may be under bright blue sky and breath fresh air.
But..Neither the Sun, the grass, the tulips nor the sky can fresh, warm or touch my soul that once has lost sense for beauty of the life.
Just the Moon.
The one who sees and knows all the colours of my soul hidden deep from the eyes of the world and everything within it.
Just that one who can hear my cry over lost of everything that once existed.
Just that one gives the lightness to my tired soul.
So..Moon.. I'm thankful and grateful.
Thank you for being there, even when you're not visible to an eye, you are always close to the heart.
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