Wafts of autumn

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I woke up one dull night,no one was awake except me.I had a sorrow: it was sweeping over my room.

Submitted: September 17, 2015

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I woke up one dull night,no one was awake except me.I had a sorrow: it was sweeping over my room.

Eyeing at the moon,that was much more happier than I was,through my little unrepaired window,I knew that I had some sort of pain but I did not know what it was about.

clearly enough,it was deep and agonizing but it was intangible. That night, the moon light was tickling my room's angles.It was pretty bright, full of happiness. I could feel the wafts of autumn, they were telling me that autumn was around the corner,on the way to come.I adore autumn,it makes me feel fresh and brand new.

Morning came,and the soft songs of the birds were all audible. People were happy,cheered and ready for work. Children took a safe corner of the street to rollick and play.

Everyone was doing something but I was only staring at them out of my window.

The scent of the wet fields filled my room and the house,I knew little about the life outside my room.I knew grief a lot because I was unable to get up and see those happy faces around the town and play with my peers. I am not like everyone, I am just all alone unable to move or even to dress myself up.

I wish that the next autumn would be different:it would bring the glad wafts to my dead soul or at least to make me bold enough to accept what God wanted me to be.

 


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