Hopes were too fragile, were too slight
Like first time in my life I wear black and white
So many colors bright and loud
But only black can make me proud
I feel the wings behind my back
Or branches grow instead of wings?
The ground moves, the grass is black
Inside the perfect fairy rings
I never will remove these chains
The pain is sweet when hope remains
7 may 2019
B W 2019
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