I was building up a castle,
Of wishes and dreams,
With a little help,
From the heart and soul,
But little did I know about,
How it would be sealed,
Forever from entry,
Or even sight.
My castle,
That I've been growing,
With much care and love,
Is demolished,
To dust and sand,
And I can see no more for me.
Another story,
Of love and tragedy,
Thrown away to the stars,
Unknown to the land.
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Author:
Qurra Ain (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2024 07:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Our story ended, even before it had begun. Even before it was given a chance to start.
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Comments3
Beautiful in wording this poem shines
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Beautifully penned and poignant with it.
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Beautiful
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