A Secret Tower Made Of Stone
Floating Like A Cloud, Hidden, Unknown.
A Man Condones, Is Sadly Alone.
A Foggy Night, Down Cast His Sight.
From This Height, The Lights Are 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...
Only Breeze Raking Him By The Hour.
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Author:
Joseph Michael Marek (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 4th, 2017 01:54
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- Category: Fantasy
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Comments2
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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