Lost
Lost on a lonely day of black and grey shadows,
Climbing golden stairs and steel ladders.
To reach the top is where you stop,
And find what really matters.
A dance with wings that soar in skies,
Asking evil where and why,
The darkness in a fragrant mind,
Until the end of all of time.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 27th, 2024 08:51
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