The season of summer is over late summer moves fast into fall. Leaves are falling and the butterflies rarely seen the mother of butterflies is tired and sings to her children into the black box. The gardener lifts is black up in the air to welcome all the colourful wings that swirl in only one direction. even the ghost of fall in present. soon it is over and the sun goes to sleep in Kanoon.
Tereza Tan Junkerstadd 