The knocking
Yet again the door is being knocked,
For ages, it has remained closed
Who is there?
The Sun looks
The Breeze Halts
Tulips raise their heads in delight
But the Cascade still flows on
Humming like an indifferent Bee
Knock - knock - knock
How persistent the knocking is...
But who comes calling?
Through the peepholes, its light spills in
The Valley enlightes with joy
Old Cider tree opens its eyes
Sheds away with one jerk of its head
All the leaves___Pale, sick and dried,
Blurring the crimson sitting sun
Reflecting in the cascade for a while
But then .....
The gigantic Mountain trembles in fear,
The sun closes its eyes,
Breeze hides away in a dark cave,
Tulips are now harming themselves in despair,
For the light is fading away
I can hear a pair of feet going away...
And there is... but No more knocking…
It’s dark now!
A tiny little moon waits for the stars to shine..
The valley is silent..
But the cascade murmurs on
And distant wolves howl
And somewhere far behind the Forbidden Forest
The door is still closed…!
It’s dark now!
A tiny little moon waits for the stars to shine..
The valley is silent..
But the cascade murmurs on
And distant wolves howl
And somewhere far behind the Forbidden Forest
The door is still closed…!
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