The snow flakes make the barren land to wear a white scarf.The branches of trees bent down not because of the weight,of blossom flowers or green leaves,but with a pure white substance neither liquid nor gas.The wind rustles through the hair of girl make her look like nymph.The low whistles of cold,chill air seems like a saint's song in church.Everything so peaceful,so quiet,so contented.How someone ever think to ruin this contentedness.Wanna to break the silence of the place where time seems to turn it self into forever.How someone ever wish to destroy the pure white color of land by dropping blood on it.How someone want to ruin the peace of moment with a cannon ball,with a bullet fire.Does they never ever enjoy a evening of December,which have millions of secrets tons of hopefulness.I love December not because it comes with a promise of a new beginning.But because it also always come with a promise of an ending,end of violence,end of cruelty,end of hated.And it always fulfill its promises....
