In the forest’s depths, where no light dares to play,
Dreams are ensnared, in night’s endless gray.
The dance is now haunted, by what the shades relay,
Among the ivy and thorns, hope’s remnants lay.
red
Ruba Silva
In a realm where dreams weave ’round reality’s beat,Echoes of visions, twilight’s soft-feet treat.From imagination’s spectrum, bursts colors so neat,Artists paint tales, with hues discrete and fleet. Moonlit pirouette, a…