WINDOW
The window from the castle
I do watch my life in a fog
five years will soon past
like breaking glass,
my own future is slipping fast
just because of a darken past
my heart burst into pieces
rattling the sea of darken dreams,
old rolling emotions of long ago
is what my poor heart holds
my mins is working over time
while my own life is passing me by.
Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)
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