I stand alone, at the top of the hill. Half the man with half the will, all the beauty that i see diminished now your not with me. But i hold onto hope tight like a rope as it guides me down the downward slope. To the castle of the wind, where the journey begins bore there by a friend, my time at an end.
what lies between?
what gaping kassam?
what great ravine?
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Author:
Nwriting (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2019 06:43
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Thank you for sharing
A heartful writing
Thankyou
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