Fresh, beautiful, with lots of colors,
Like red, orange and yellow.
It was really beautiful.
I opened my window
And smelled that fresh air.
I felt my lungs cleaning and
Refreshing themselves.
I could hear the birds,
Singing in the trees,
The dogs chasing the cats.
What harmony.
Then...then everything changed.
In a matter of seconds.
The sky was now dark red,
The trees were burned.
All that was left were
The bones of those animals...
And mine.
I realised that... that was
The real world. The reality.
All that I’d seen before
Was no more than a dream.
And I woke up,
Woke up to see this world destroyed.
It’s pure innocence gone.
Cátia Ribeiro
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