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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