Missing the stars of Oregon night sky...
Breathing the smoke of our mistakes - will we ever learn?
Such beautiful land...
Art is here, dancing people are here, nature lovers, animals on every corner reminding us that we used to love them gently and sincerely...
Where did they go? Are they safe from our indifference?
Under the beautiful stars we sat and sang around the camp fire, warming our ever lasting love for peace.
Missing Oregon stars, the crystal clear details, glitter of giggles, many before us saw the same beauty in awe and wondered in bliss until falling asleep... It was simple then.
It was simple and perfect...
Nothing missing, nothing lacking...
I search deeply within for that beauty, so I'll remember the stars I would stare at every ~Summer~night...
May they bless us with some rain, wash our longing away, bring back the sound of such bliss,
our true magical day - the silent fireworks we rarely notice.
Yet now, I miss it dearly...
-Dja Putin
