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Dark waters kissing my feet Calling my name as if it was a dream All the surroundings simply bleak Despair surrounds the valley so serene Still the beauty cannot attract As much as at ruins of castles, remained intact, Flooding water clashing against its walls Still the trembling castle stands tall. Spiritless winds leave trails on my hair My hair flying only till the winds blow Then the unsettling silence dons to dare As the whispering winds vanquish their flow. I seek for silence But now it's uncomfortable I have nature but whispering violence Which sadly grapples The misery and mysteries of this incomplete ruin.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
The Ruin
Dark waters kissing my feet Calling my name as if it was a dream All the surroundings simply bleak Despair surrounds the valley so serene Still the beauty cannot attract As much as at ruins of castles, remained intact, Flooding water clashing against its walls Still the trembling castle stands tall. Spiritless winds leave trails on my hair My hair flying only till the winds blow Then the unsettling silence dons to dare As the whispering winds vanquish their flow. I seek for silence But now it's uncomfortable I have nature but whispering violence Which sadly grapples The misery and mysteries of this incomplete ruin.
Broken dreams, Wrecked souls, Isolated scene.
its-crimson
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
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