The unreceived letter... So dusty and subtle it now lies, inside the horizon of the wet eyes. All the shine has fluttered away like the golden canaries on the bay. The tittering of laughs could be heard no more neither by the most lively ears nor created by the fruitful lips like before. ( caption) The unreceived letter... So dusty and subtle it now lies, inside the horizon of the wet eyes. All the shine has fluttered away
