The old wind blew unpleasantly
wallows in so much misery
as if it was pleading
in a sad narrative song
that kept playing all night long
I was dreaming
hearing all that screaming
soon I've woken
to a steady heartbeat.
-Judy Emery © 1980 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.
