Spiraling from Reflections by Mascha

At first it doesn‘t look so bad
Bluebells still in bloom
Cotton balls like giant snow
Dreamy-coloured sights

Entire lives were lived
For better or worse
Coming here for shelter
Holding onto shades

Inching foward on sore feet
Joyous wonders all around
Kindness promised, never found
Lured into a dream that‘s turned

Nettles grow where orchids sang
Pain reminds of where to go
Quietly, with crimson force
Misty hopes to clouded fears

Right below the broken bridge
Sits a lonely soul
Unaware the fish have left
Vanished up and down the stream

Winding down my lonely mind
Exiled to the shores
Yelling along frosty winds
Zero colours left

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