Life

life whispers

Whispers of spring tickling the injured heart.Trying to wipe out a sorrow, made by life and cleans the illusion of days. Like a small bird with broken wings trying to fly. Maybe the cure is time and a smile…

Its life … goes on .. and what remains … memories.

The oasis of spring reflects the sundown rays…

But life is a beautiful puzzle no one knows its beauty better than the dead or a human who faced death tried to take a kiss from his lips and the death rejected.