A forest of dreams,
that don't come true,
they crumble & fall,
dying leaves on the ground,
the fall in winter,
barren & unloved,
a storybook,
of fairy tales,
a pale ghost withering away,
in my arms,
rise up,
be still,
the ashen haze,
like an angel,
watching over me

Rosanna x

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