Symphony #1A Poem by FaeryQueenotsSweet lover of mine, Soon, we’ll run out of time, So come into my dreams once more,
I had no idea, That someday we’d meet up, But as for now, let’s close our eyes,
This sweet figment of our imaginations, Will soon come up in devastation, So let’s leave reality far behind,
There’s no place unlike that Cherry Blossom
tree far north, Let’s leave only but a trace of us and our
fine worth, Far behind us, so no one’ll know where
to look,
© 2016 FaeryQueen |
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