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Jul 2020
There's a forlorn world that keeps on dawning
And ere long, secrets have veiled the darkest sea
Lost empires live on in the hearts of their kings
And hence have never lost their mystery  

Groundworks of antiquity were shaken
At the mere thought of some discovery
Yet stirs not when their dignity's taken
For habit too might bear a longing to be free

That fiery pain that lies in holding on,
And the common wings that enclose its right
Sparked by fear of a loss too eas'ly won
Are now the fearful icons of their flight

Hearts dare not love at the thought of love alone
Hope's passive if hopeful thoughts are all we own
Written by
Fenna Capelle
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