A piece of a fairy tale I.

“The transformation”


~And than she started to sing:

“Hallottam az eső hangját
Lemosta a Holdat,
A holnap is tán másképp lesz majd
Tiszta s kerek újra”

The raindrops were purifying her christal face, her dress was soaking wet clung to the white skin. And the fairy opened her arms — just like a bird — gyrating as the whole world turned around with her. The colors merged, the edges blurred and being walled up by sadness — she laughed. And the bird is already flying, the bird is flying…~

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