While all dreams vanish with the dry wind and with the reddened leaves that seem to laugh at nonsense dragged along with the dust she stands there, convinced imagining that nothing can take away the lust from her eyes that gaze at the horizontal vastness of a time so long gone, so long gone poor red princess she passively watches her image mirrored in a thousand false faces that laugh amongst themselves and she swears it's love she wanted to return to the innocence that existed before the wind tore away my leaves before the storms carried away branches and amber rich red princess she passively watches her image mirrored in a thousand faces of herself and laughs among images and she knows it's love.
