20/04/2002 a) It was still light. No stars, nor moon. The trees gently trembled and aired the room. Sweet sounds of sparrow singing. Gentle touch of leaves in the air The fairy land as still as a doll`s fair. Up and down Left and right The arrows reached the targeted heart Bleeding heavily and slowly dying without saying good bye to the tide. The waves murmured. The wind blew. All went still never to renew. ...// Copyright: Tina Barbalace Go to 20/04/02b