Eryshta

    (French Version is below) Ashes. They’re all around me. Everywhere. How come that we arrived to such a desolation? How come that what we dreaded most finally happened? All beauty destroyed, for the sake of what? I can’t believe it. Flickering, unwanted, memories come back to me. Once, not so long ago, I wandered these dusty pathways and laughed in crowded inn’s rooms. Sometimes, I even sang in the castles and in the Queen’s garden all abloom… They praised me, saying I charmed even the birds, but they didn’t understand my duty, what I tried to tell them. I wonder if they ever could have… But n

Beauty is in the simplest things... Beauty? It’s something different for each of us… For me, it’s a hundred little moments… Beauty is the sunshine falling on waterdrops the rain left, Turning them into diamonds. It’s the wide sea and deep green waves crashing at The bottom of a white cliff. It’s the snow gently falling down a silver sky Fading the colors, silencing the world. It’s this sole flower blooming In the middle of the weeds. Beauty is the quiet peace of a forest Grace of wild animals hiding Rustling leaves, flowing river Hidden place of wonder. Beauty is a night sky full of stars Tin