Malang, 13 Oktober 2016 Someone says that “Hope is a thing with feathers”. It flies away to anywhere it wishes. It can’t stay at one place for long. It goes and goes until it is out from our sight. Is that true? I don’t know. Maybe you have different interpretations about that. But, for the little girl, she thinks it that way. She knows for sure that her hope is nothing. It flies away and could never be reached. The little girl tried to find the melody that once saved her life. She was back to the woods again eventhough she still feared it. She knew she made a mistake by doing it. Yet, she coud not help herself. She was curious about who was the owner of that sweet rhythm. In the middle of the way, she couldn’t find the right path. She was lost in the dark forest by herself. All around her was dark wood with its wild quietness. The gigantic trees stood tall majestically. Their canopies covered the surface with their shadows. She walked and walked through the autumn fol...
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