siranswerer

golden waterfall

 

Take me to the mountains, where the sunset

sets the trees on fire.

The light turns the waterfall golden, which turns

into your hair

that flows down your face.

We are dressed in coats against the chill, and

you stare off into space,

I say you look so serious, and you smile and

turn.

Your smile changes the weather and suddenly

the chill is gone,

we're alone in Carpathia,

and my stomach begins to churn.

I want to tell you how I feel,

and take the breath to speak,

when at once. I wake from slumber,

and the dream has to break.



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