Snowflakes were falling into the canyon. Snows were melting in a mountain valley. The golden beautiful sunset was splashing in the sky.

The Spring were awakening to the silent's Canyons. Still they are dormant winter here. Rays of sunset as watercolor were created a fabulous dreams.

Stars shone through the sky. The moon light was falling down to the reefs. Whom does giving the world to shining dreams, when world was sleeping?

Doesn't this the noise of sparkling waves? Doesn't this the wind above the ground? It's Moons glow shone down out to the heavens descending down at the peoples' Souls.

Dreams of the eclipse were to disturbed. The sun and the moon were meeting this day. On the coast the road was leading upwards to Way which was between the mountains.

Simple pilgrim was climbing on the canyon. On the road he is wear down his shoes. He was exhausted to was climbing to the top. But he is climbing too against all odds.

Unexpectedly he found to the canyon the beautiful Edelweiss was growing. But he couldn't pick up it. With timidity his hand have never rip it.

So he went down - the road' further. A beautiful Moon was his flower. He sought its one. In alarm she waited for him in the mountains .

One never can to pick up red flower of sunset with them light hands. One never can grasped to the life. The World Never can having to filled seas whole...

One even the shadow is not constant. A sound of a boomerang is eternal? The Eternity did not knowed - nor deception, nor separations, nor constants.

Why does wild flowers grow between the mountains, in the blue of expanse? Does not it better would if these flowers have be to grow near inner the gate of the castle?

Why couldn't be, in flaming red sunset clouds which are flying in thier gusts? The Man not picked up wild' flowers. Passion as if is flaming out these flowers.

In the night beautiful silvery Moon rose to Heavens from the East. One nocturnal dreams were having been within an eastern crescent.

And somewhere the specter flied get dropped in the twilight in the run. And only Edelweiss is glittering with under silvery Moon's light.

A specter is flew in the darkly night. One sleepless moon shines in the sky. The glittery path of the moon’s light dissipated over a night.

Far away in the darkness we heard flute. This is a fabulous singing Orfeo. A Moon is now in heaven alone under the shadow of the ghostly beams.

The Twilight was laughing at the day. He wanted to see any game when day and night merge into a fight. And the fire will burned up into the ice.

A cool night's fog was cleared over the fabulous home windows. Ice's fetters of a cool night were warmed wind' dreams destroyed.

Ah! If a bright shining triangle Moon, North Star, little stars have not been banished every morning into the night is only the dark.

The moon shone in the skies space. One bright stars' glittering tiara is there. But the sky will be banish the night amid of wonderful lunar castles again.

Every sunset is full of mystery. It has crystal-white the clouds' freshness of. This is embrace as if the flame and it is seems as if is the golden.

A sunset rises above sleepy storm. Winds are breathing in dark skies space of. As if completely the walls daily' sleep sunlight were open.

Before the road the storm fades. Flowers were also heavy rain under the soaked' petals, began to sparkle much better than at a bright day.

All canyons sparkles also. Some roads are visible at one somewhere in the dawn' coast mountains are as if skyward rocketed.