I fell down,
From the fallen broken clear brown leaves,
From the worn pavement,
From the sharpness knife,
From the isolated towering bed,
From the white crystal embraced with blood,
From an agonising dream.
I fell down,
From the emptiness,
Of an unconscious.
And left,
The pastel spring,
Behind.
Poem and image by Anna Parcerisas Casanovas
Girl: Dani Kim
