Through
walls of the windowless room
I
look towards the horizon to see
The
silver sliver illuminating
But
mists are all there be....
Translucent
foggy bogs
Dew
weeping crimson tears
Eerie
winds that whistle
Banshee
songs of fears
Despairing
shudders of willows
Mimic
the sobbing quivers
That
tear through my soul
Cold
and clammy shivers
My
heart hears the wails
Of
forlorn spirits that roam
Our
anguished notes melded,
Passions,
etched in stone.
MS
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