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A Silent Nightingale
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Have you ever listened to the rain? What is the sound of it? I don't think it is very hard to tell.
But what about the sun? Have you ever tried to listen to the sun? I did. A thousand times I did
while waiting for your come back. I listened to everything. There was no sound that would not
touch the back of my head. Even the sound which the human ear cannot catch. I felt it. I felt
vibrations, I felt movements, I felt whiffs. Because any indicator could show me that you are
coming back. Nothing except my own senses could tell me about your presence. And throughout
the years of waiting I grew to feel the surroundings. I've never stopped to believe in you that you
will come back to us. You will be what you have to be. I knew that you can't be ours at full but…
You had a duty to be a husband and a father. I knew you are kind at heart and stirring at will.
And I hoped that some day you will be able to give us your kindness and leave that ever-lasting
urge to fight. I still hope, my dear.
However, what about you? Have you ever stopped for a moment from your never-ending subversive
mischievousness and listened. Listened to the wind, the snow, the sand, anything? Have you ever tried
to hear the words I was trying to send you by using all the force in the world? I used to whisper you about
our life in here. I knew my whispers were caught by wind, by its molecules, by photons and smaller and
smaller forces which could reach you. You are the strongest living creature with superior senses. I know
you could hear anything if you wanted to. But did you try? It seems I have never found that out.
And I never will.
I see our kids with their families. I see them raised well. They didn't have the father they deserved but
they grew to be good. I guess they had a saviour they used to take example from. That was enough
for them. They saw you being pure hearted and they took that from you. You did a good job showing
them your brightness. But that is not enough, darling. They need you. You can't even imagine how much
they need you now and, please, for the sake of your own kids and your name… you have to be here.
I believe… I believe that you hear me now. And as my taking my last breath and whispering my last
thoughts I dream of our reunion. I dream that someday I will see you on the high mountain in the
field of blue and red roses. You will come while the pink moon will be shinning and your strong hand will
take my fragile one. You will be there when the snow starts falling on us.
We will be picking roses in the snow.
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