The colors shift around my head
Am I awake or am I dead?
In the meadow
I had laid
Surrounded by flowers
I had never seen
The new snow falls
from up above
And kisses at my hair
A gentle reminder of spring
I am air
About the Creator
Parsley Rose
Just a small town girl, living in a dystopian wasteland, trying to survive the next big Feral Ghoul attack. I'm from a vault that ran questionable operations on sick and injured prewar to postnuclear apocalypse vault dwellers. I like stars.
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