My words will speak of that solitary star,
which shine among the clouds….
They will speak of the dancing autumn leaves,
which rests in earth…..
They will touch the melting snow,
which give birth to rivers….
They will speak of the yearnings,
of the losses…..
They will speak through happiness,
and through wounds…..
They will be sad,
They will be happy,
They will be the words
of HOPE……
