My fairytale – of dead dreams’ trails,
and time again does sky show veils.
Do all ends come when all starts night,
while seasons fade as would daylight;
so, pray for dreams – they fade in ales.
Wishes die from flower shades frail;
do flowers wilt – broken dreams wail,
and blue I walk in storms and write –
my fairytale.
Sad smiles, bitter grins do impale –
still, dreamed lives beg to no avail;
though mindless void waits, life flies kites
with heartstrings – and lives with kites fight.
So yes; so she’s a fairytale –
my fairytale.
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