She walks through the night,
In the depth of the forest,
She runs in her night gown,
Searching for her lost prince,
Searching for her ghost king.
She's haunted by his memories
But he never shows up
He've forgotten her.
But she waits
Thinks that one day
He'll return.
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Efflorescence
PoetryEverywhere my tears spill, Are buds that are trying to grow. Every bud to be bloomed , Holds an essence of my tears. The path that I've traveled, Leave trails of buds to be bloomed, I've come too far and it's too late, To runaway before this Efflor...
