By: Vittoria Minyaliel Berger- Hoff

Misty rivers,
Floating by, never ending,
Never beginning.

Fleeting dreams -
A memory
Of days and beauty
Never to end.

Dripping rain,
So softly that it hurts,
Stirring the last remnants
Of my broken body.

Fleeting dreams,
So swift they pass
Sweet times while they last,
But leaving bitter longings when they pass.

Fleeting dreams -

I was so young,
Now I will always be alone.