Devil's Bridge

How imperceptibly the spring passed. The last charm disappeared ghostly. She left her in countless flowers magic to keep breathing to the end ... She walks along the forest path in a summer trance, under the emeralds of the leaves. With the lyre, my time makes a curse and with the cloak of the memories, I swear. A single wanderer in such an unobtrusive world, walking past forest forests, forgetting the thought of being rich, forgive the ill illusion of glory. Wishing only for the peace of spirit under the sharp thorns of silence. Happy among the chasms below the top, a rock monument of loneliness.