Somewhere in the Universe #62

Hopes fall softly and softly, like withered leaves. People with a lyrical soul at the sight of falling leaves sometimes become sad. But the tree doesn't hurt. It's all so natural, so simple. Winter prepares for itself both the person, and a tree.

Explanation to the quote:
The Bautzen, 8.8.1943. From letters written in Gestapo prisons in baucen and Berlin and passed through Nazi censorship.

Julius Fucik. Report with a noose around his neck