Kind of like, happy, poetry! The years leave no trace, forgetting the pain. Another season of spring, hope, prayer, joy, sadness, pain.
The sea is no longer blue, and every year is no longer peaceful. What is waiting for us? Bored, happy, annoyed, worried, angry, sad...
How come time often leaves no trace? No one is left either.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
