A muse standing at the entrance of the deep forrest,
Questioning everything in her mind whether she should go ahead or stood still..
For those questions are playing tricks on her,
Create illusions that makes her believe in the unreal..
She can't make further decisions..
Where should she go?
To the great unknown darkness in front of her?
Or to the never ending sadness she had left behind?
She has made up her mind..
Of the later should be just left forgotten..
A future awaits for her,
No matter how dark and uncertain as the swift of the southern wind..
She makes a step forward and opens her arms to welcome whatever comes her way..
Novenia - 3.3.2010 - 1.17