A vision,
I did see,
of golden autumn leaves,
hanging over me,
a soul awakens,
stirring to life,
enchanted,
he watches me,
a bewitching spell,
I did weave,
an incantation,
for him to see,
in death,
a bird took flight,
wings of forest green, reborn,
where fires did destroy,
Like a butterfly,
delicate I may seem,
throw your stones,
call me names,
shove me against a wall, trap me in a glass,
but there's no stopping me,
like stories,
that never die,
you will hear my name,
in the pouring rain, dreaming of liberty,
the truth will set me free,
to be me,

Rosanna x

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