The wind sweeps the autumn paths
A warm sweater hugs me instead of love
My smile is my medicine
I cross out all the dots to be turned into dashes
I burn my rage to be turned it into the ashes
I try to treat my broken heart
But all of my attempts fall to pieces
I kept my heart in a stone tower a long while
Never been a princess
Because my apathy is named a dragon
Autumn evening keeps my secrets
Someday I turn them into tinsel
And scatter over the wind in the ruby sunset
The autumn alleys are shrouded by the evening that I’m walking on
It’s like the way leads to the castle with golden paving stones
And the moon like a silent guardian, shows everything’s fog
My apathy is named a dragon
© Copyright: Анна Маннана, 2023
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