Jan 2014
There were dreams
That fell like the leaves
In the Fall
Brightly coloured
Beautiful
Dead
And dying dreams
It was tragic, hopeless
And graceful
All at once
Its beauty
Scarred
The still Earth
That fell like the leaves
In the Fall
Brightly coloured
Beautiful
Dead
And dying dreams
It was tragic, hopeless
And graceful
All at once
Its beauty
Scarred
The still Earth
