The wind is blowing heavy
Oh, the sound of those rusty old bells
they're loud and very alarming
Wring Ding, ding!
What a tale of terror,
that fallows the sound
in this little town.
-Judy Emery © 2011The 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.
