At night, Green tiny flake
Is Drowning a dream on the wall
Don't imitate me, see it all!
Shall I obey her call?
Shall I recall the past
Or shall I revenge at last?
In a lifeless winter, the green is gone
She whispers to me: hold On!
But I draw a tree full of leaves
To overcome my grieves.
Flake
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2017
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