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Lonely, lonely sang her heart,
To the joyous melody of her sadness.
Rustling upon the weather-beaten graveled path,
As treading footsteps walk down the old memory lane.
Eerie silence hanging still like a ghost of past future.
Swaying to the rousing of her slumbering nostalgia,
As it creaks under the weighted echoes of her fading happiness.
Watching it arise like the last sunset of many bygone summers.
Besetting the shrivelled leaves of her naked memories awake,
As yester's sun shines dully through the mottled cracks,
Upon the cobwebbed memories of her entombed sorrows.
Dusting away the veil of time from the hidden pain of winter bitten wounds.
Thawing her time-stalled frozen tears,
And rupturing apart the graveyard of her memories.
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― 02/11/2018 ―
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¦ Gypsy Dreams ¦
PoetryUnlike my other works, I hope to make this a one single compilation of all my future poems. It is titled as such as it is in reference to a girl, a gypsy dreamer. It is her story, in a poetic form...the girl who once lived and was as happy as the su...
