lake of tears
Leica M-P & Elmarit-M 28mm
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Once upon a time, a young maiden who gave her heart to a young shepherd was living nearby.
On the bright evenings, when the moonlight was shining down on the dark tree tops of the firs and while it was swiping its silver furrow thru the water, the two of them were wandering the short distance to the lake, got onto a boat and dreamt away some wonderful hours of their young lives.
Then the shepherd was falling down to death over a cliff as he was walking down from the rocks with a load of hay. From that moment on the young maiden was brokenhearted. In the midnight hour she was often sneaking up to the lake, rowing up to the middle and was leaving herself to her pain while she was screaming her mind to the heavens to give her back her love or simply to be at odds because of his horrible fate.
That’s how the child’s senses became slowly distracted. Vainly the parents warned her to give up the nightly visits – a secret force was attracting the unhappy one to the same place where she was once so happy.
One morning one found the boat and the young maiden on the bottom of the lake. But the water which wasn’t much different from the water of other lakes before, suddenly was deep blue: People were saying, it would be because of the tears of the poor young maiden which were escaping from her blue eyes.
lake of tears
Leica M-P & Elmarit-M 28mm
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my written permission.
© Toni_V. All rights reserved.
Once upon a time, a young maiden who gave her heart to a young shepherd was living nearby.
On the bright evenings, when the moonlight was shining down on the dark tree tops of the firs and while it was swiping its silver furrow thru the water, the two of them were wandering the short distance to the lake, got onto a boat and dreamt away some wonderful hours of their young lives.
Then the shepherd was falling down to death over a cliff as he was walking down from the rocks with a load of hay. From that moment on the young maiden was brokenhearted. In the midnight hour she was often sneaking up to the lake, rowing up to the middle and was leaving herself to her pain while she was screaming her mind to the heavens to give her back her love or simply to be at odds because of his horrible fate.
That’s how the child’s senses became slowly distracted. Vainly the parents warned her to give up the nightly visits – a secret force was attracting the unhappy one to the same place where she was once so happy.
One morning one found the boat and the young maiden on the bottom of the lake. But the water which wasn’t much different from the water of other lakes before, suddenly was deep blue: People were saying, it would be because of the tears of the poor young maiden which were escaping from her blue eyes.