A Secret Tower Made Of Stone
Floats Upon Clouds, Hidden, Unknown
A Man Condones, Sadly Alone
A Foggy Night, Down Cast His Sight
From This Height, The Light Is Still Bright
Bound To This Stone Tower He Found
Long Ago He Remembers Ground
Still Stuck In This Cold Stone Tower
Silence Is This Tower's Power
Wind Slowly Rakes Him By The Hour
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Author:
J.M. Shine (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2017 01:54
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- Category: Fantasy
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Now this i could fancy. Living on my own chunk of earth like a cloud. And neighbors similarly existing but ever changing. I like it, but would i feel grounded? Inspirational writing.
Thank you, dusk. I appreciate your feedback very much.
The stony tower might be a good place for a short break, but not for a life-long living. What happened to the lonely man inside?
Feel the lonely in the writing.
Well, what happens to the lonely man inside is for your imagination. Thanks on the comment m&m!
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