Delia sat down on a bench. Someone approached her, who, a few steps away, looked like fascicule, a beam of light falling through the branches of the trees in the park.
- You visited us when I was a kid.
Yes, you are right. Where it is clean, flowers grow and the divine light is cascading down! murmured Delia's interlocutor.
Disguised in luxury and a monkey arouses emotions, Delia remarked.
The facts are the wings of the soul, waved the Light with her rays.
For those born in winter, flowers have a special meaning, Delia whispered, stood and left.
- You visited us when I was a kid.
Yes, you are right. Where it is clean, flowers grow and the divine light is cascading down! murmured Delia's interlocutor.
Disguised in luxury and a monkey arouses emotions, Delia remarked.
The facts are the wings of the soul, waved the Light with her rays.
For those born in winter, flowers have a special meaning, Delia whispered, stood and left.
