۱۳۸۶ بهمن ۱۲, جمعه

Black, White

In the morning, I was fast sleeping. I heard a lot of noise. I got up and saw many birds on the tree behind my room. The tree has no leaves on it, it is winter time. just the tree and the black crows ,many of them maybe 50, or 60, all shouting in the silence of the dawn.
I got scared. So scared and so black. I loved that tree, I think thats my tree, and I did not want those crew on it.

In the afternoon I looked at the same tree, no crow anymore, there is just white snow now ,a tender and beautiful snow. I feel better now.

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