12 June 2012
They told her to count daisy leaves, He loves me, he loves me not
And maybe one day if she's in luck; someone just as well come claim territory of her skies.
Then at least she could be proud; for she kept her forests locked, for the deserving one to come, trotting with his horse; it's fur shining bright..
Now she would be comfortably numb, leaving her dreams to be invaded under his royal cloak.
Fawn, 1992 • Opuss № I