Vera Versus. From beautiful stained glass... (№ 462674)

There are no words left from the beautiful stained glass window. The carpet of colorful and once cozy leaves has turned into a rustling old blanket. Each, even the most cautious step, turned the past life into decayed dust, which was carried away by the chilly wind of change. It was no longer possible to wrap yourself in sad memories to keep warm. The present was bursting at the seams.