Poem

in the city of the castles where the flowers welcome you, in the big entrance with the wooden door that opens slowly, the walls are faded, the time has past, the guardian has come back, there is a little girl who follows him all the time, she is carrying a small doll, the ancients castle grows old with the big windows open, the curtains balance sofltly, there is many beds for many guests, the chandeliers are bright and full of candles, there is enought room for a party, the guardian lives there with the litle girl, she is always behind him as a protector of the castle. the night arrive and the colors of the flowers fade, the fireflys move with the gently brezze of the wind, there is not more sound, imagine the colors with the light of the moon, the sky is clear, the guardian is sleeping, the little girl stands infront of his bed, she doesnt sleep, she holds her little doll tight, her braids fall from her tinny head, she is awaiting for the morning. With the sunrise, the birds will chirp, the leaves will fall and the wind will stop, the little girl will move to the outside of the window, is time to wake up, she says with a low voice, they both go out, th silence is gone, the sun has touch the damage walls, is there a reason to stay and save the castle, the movement has stop, the birds fly in circles around the little girl and the guardian they welcome them to the garden. is there a reazon to save the castle, yes she says , while she holds the gurdian hand.

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