Just like oil on canva**
Touch of red, mostly black
Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from you
Weeps
shadow
Cries
sparkle
"She sleeps, she sleeps
"
Once in time, there she was,
Standing by the willow tree,
Longing for an old feeling, being his
Now she is like a torn flower,
Alone
Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,
There is her last home, she lies there all alone