The Sky Is the ≮Wind≯ of Fellow People on the Bank of the Red River

Inexplicable time travel... Wait until everything is written and then start from scratch. Ps: I am writing at the speed of a little turtle crawling... So... It will be slower... It's only the fairly tale Who are those little girls in pain just trapped in castle of dark side of moon Twelve of them shining bright in vain like flowers that blossom just in years They re dancing in the shadow like whispers of love just dreaming of place where they re free as dove They have never been allowed to love in this cursed cage It's only the fairy tale they believe