Papillion Hejduk

Rookie (6/5/89 / czech republic)

Her Salvation

Wind whistling in her hair
Tears streaking her face
There is no end to the sorrow that fills
Her soul every waking moment
Walking alone on a deserted road
Miles and miles to go with no end
This is her salvation
Strength from the trees rustling her hair
Her home is the darkness

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