They who sleep is the brave,
that had died in the caves,
where their bodies lay's
as they decayed away
as their spirits did flee,
and set free...
from captivity.
-Judy Emery Copyright © 1986 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.
