The wind blows and the leaves fall in this shadowy hall,
People walk though never talk in this shadowy hall,
They strive to die rather than fly in this shadowy hall,
They pretend as to never turn the bend in this shadowy hall,
Beauty is all and all is beauty in this shadowy hall,
In this shadowy hall life is boring and beauty is all consuming.
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Poems
PoetryThese are a few poems that I have written. I must worn you they aren't that good.
