Loneliness

"Mama, the rain had stopped now. Where is the storm that struck our souls now?"

"God know what we always feel, my sweetheart."

"Mama, it seems, i saw two figures who took of their intentions to stop at our shack. Was there anything they fear against us?"

"Maybe they are the souls who flew in by the night. Do you still remember the story of the moth, sweetheart?"

"Yes i do, mama. You told me often before i fell asleep; like the moon surrounded by the dark cloud. But mama... our shack is even like a frozen hill. There's no warm arround here. we are just the poor people, mama.”

“Then, let them hate us. We are not the light whice bring them a harmony.”

“Bring back the story for me, mama...”

“you are the light of your soul, my sweetheart. One day you understand the secret veil and the shadows; the false thought and the lost words that raise up such a foolish game.”

“What kind of game they always play, mama?”

“Plot twit, my dear. Like a howling wolves under the the thick clouds when the moon is so very high”

“Tell me my soul. How is it like, mama? Your words are like a beautiful stars to me. And i can't get enough to reach it, mama.”

"Take a look that fireflies flying over the reeds, my dear. What do you think when they're looking for in the middle of the night?"

"I do not know. Maybe they're praising the full moon with her twinkling dance, mama. Am I dreaming to see them, Mama? How wonderful they are. Their flickering like a lonely star. Mama, are we like the two of them?"