Into The Golden Night

She laid back her head

Sore from the misery

And let herself bleed onto the grass

As she had no other choice


And if she was -so certainly- to die she didn’t want to die in harshness of real

She wanted to die, here in this place

to die dream dreaming of the future she fought so hard for

where the grass was of golden silk and even the very sky whispered songs of belonging

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