Snow fell in the forest,
to bring back the time to rest.
It turned into a white tone,
but for decades it's gone.
Where ghosts used to whisper,
knowing that no one will remember.
White warriors
created a way to escape,
and the forest became
to has no shape...
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Words Painted Blue
Poesia✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
