It's the day of cleaning, so let's go to work. I'm beginning to sweep the dust of oblivion that was placed in thickly. It is time for cleaning. Armed with patience, sleeves rolled up starting to brush my carefully thoughts, memories, tears, loves, regrets, sorrows, joys. I climb on a chair and try to give down the melancholy, ah ... I see in the corner a thread of disease.I'm brooming and dustpanning diligently gathering together all what I believe it has no place in my soul. But sweeping and wiping the night has come, cool moon sent her arrows to the door of my soul. How to dustbin was long way of me, I put near of my soul's door the shovel with dirt tears, worries, sufferings, memories of old, unfulfilled love and all that I have gathered to throw. Poor of them, but they didn't want to leave me so they asked for help to the moon , which as a witch, listened to them and what to see .... morning when I got up I ran to the door to finish the cleaning but there tehy were waiting for me in the doorway rows and rows of scented lilies and "don't forget me" flowers ... The Master moon had done this and so since then is knocking at the door whenever I feel in my soul a breeze through of lily and "don't forget me" flowers and then I cry and thus always wet them, and always they enter in my soul and everything is starting again. Today I'm cleaning, and you?
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