It is like the day that rises from behind the mountain unveiling the darkness that spreads coldness and eeriness of the night. Slowly it
rose, hesitant and vulnerable. Persistently the mighty night exert is power to defeat the yellow circle that started to emerge its full shape creating forms and shapes of
silhouette illuminating the backside of those. The fresh air burst in to lungs of the
asleeps.
Sheeps and
Sheppard already awake. Enthusiastically thinking about the land beyond the mountain and the grass field. Keep walking perhaps towards the east, to the great philosophers that speak foreign languages. Or maybe the west? where life is wild and people are tall. Probably to the south where they serve wine and speak the language of love. Or the north? Where the sky is painted with thread of color making shapes like curtain fall from heaven. I just want to walk and discover the new things my mind told me exist. About heroes defeating monsters and goddess whose beauty make the snake and
Satan blind. About angels with wings and unicorns. About Love and Hate. About Jealousy about betrayal. About the faraway lands and fairies. I want to unravel and find it out myself. I am sick and tired of reading
fairytale. Yes, Mother I am ready to find them out myself. Let me embark on my journey.
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