The Green Valley

A young boy sitting beside the river, gazing at the horizon, his thoughts wandering around his head, sneaking in and out with every blow of the winds touching his pale cheeks. A moment of silence, then, he inhailed some air, the memories of the past days kept his eyes closed, imaginning that green valley where he used to live, with the sound of birds welcoming a new sunrise. There is nothing more joyful than a butterfly sliding on a drop of a water dew freshly reflecting the greeness of the bending leaf. Then suddenly! all these thoughts scattered with the sound of that black steaming train, annoying the peacefulness of that river, no living creature dared to face that ugly monster. The young boy left his bag and continued his way to the crowded city, finding his way through the lights that killed the shinning stars on that black perfect carpet hanging above his head, he entered, hoping to find a glimpse of that green valley hidden somewhere.

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  1. LOVED IT! Well done! So insipring, could be related to anybody's life, because somehow we all look for that lost Green Valley somewhere in this world. We all miss our good memories.
    All the best,
    Voldyne

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