Fantasy, my friend

The heart is fragile and vulnerable as the colour baby pink While my bones rattle like grey This is not the story I envisioned for me However grim my thoughts turn in May What happens to the roses in my path and wild fire in my hair O fantasy! Please be my friend, I do hope and pray 🙏

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