A white forest shattered
mirror's gleam,
how can I decide what to dream...?
I'm embraced by arms of destiny,
no more breathing for an eternity.
I'm like a reflection created by
A white forest shattered
mirror's gleam,
how can I decide what to dream...?
I'm embraced by arms of destiny,
no more breathing for an eternity.
I'm like a reflection
created by a reverie
in the end it's disembodied,
finally free.
An antique past took over me,
became a torture for my heart
with no key.
in the end it's disembodied,
finally free.
An antique past took over me,
became a torture for my heart
with no key.
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Fall's Games
Poetry✦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...
