It was the last sunny day of the summer. Though the summer had not been the happiest due to the relentless war with the Russians, the sun still possessed its quality to uplift Ivan's mind. He walked fast towards the Kiosk in the square and grabbed his favourite cigarettes, and lit one as he waited. He was on his way to a bar owned by his old school friend, Miras. It had been several summers and autumns since they finished school. Ivan went away from the village to study how t

I will borrow your light to light up a path into your sorrow-ful nest That nest choked with red flowers growing and throwing deep roots...

Till one day the breeze forgot about my windows Till that day the dust cut the chords laid by - the strings ever so rough from the broken...