It was a game of smoke and mirrors
We thought ourselves kings and queens
We lived a life of fantasy
Within our springtime dreams
But springtime never lasts forever
Smoke and mirrors always lie
Fantasy it fades away, and when Autumn comes
Those dreams wither and fall and die
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the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoetryThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
