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little dove

confusion

As snow falls on my mind
And the wind pushes the leaves trees
The sun starts to sparkle in my eyes
when I believe the sunset has disappeared
The mirrors in front of me sometimes fall away
Even after the darkness has enveloped me
Tears sometimes fall from the countless volcanoes I misunderstand
Hills of green suddenly vanish in front of me
As the snow gently turns to rain and lands on my shoulder
Sometimes there are too many shades of grey and a little pink
Roses blossom under the pink sunsets receiving the mystical light
Fairies speak with there delicate wings as they fly through the fields
Leaves fall as they should from the top of a gigantic tree
If fairies can have wings and leaves fall as they should
Then why am i stuck here behind a invisible wall