How is it going, my dear old friend?


What's the weather like in your place

?

And how many friends you've made?



Do you still remember the bygone days when we have suffered



from storms



and frosts



and pains



and tribulations.



We have clung to something and given up something



at times we let out cries of joy

.

On occasions we bury our heads in hands



Those long lost years –



When we could have cried ourselves to sleep

,

when we embrace ourselves tightly and lonely,



when we held lanterns

 searching for shadows of our own

,

when there might be scars and waves

,

when there was no shoulder to depend on

,

when someone had told us to be a fighter and that we were not alone

,

when the one had gone to the other side leaving a pocket full of happy songs,



when thinking of someone every day and dreaming of someone every night

,

when the very last summer ended for good and the brand new autumn began so soon

 –

have gone with the wind before the last flake of the snowfall



Lots of love,


Candy