PART 5 ; FALLING SNOW/FALLING LEAVES

you are like falling leaves, my love
i like falling snow, kissing autumn
goodbye and heading into a world
where it rained the ripped wing of
fallen angels, cold snow melting
when our hearts collided and the
seeds crashed deep into the ground,
awaiting for the spring we dreamed
of.

A/N

the official beginning of book ii,
of THE WHITE ROSE PAINTED WITH BLOOD:

WINTER