Soft light is rising,
Warmly wrapping my blanket.
Sleepy eyes want to follow,
Yet my mind is wallowing in fantasy.
"Goodbye, my mighty chateau.
We'll meet again soon, you know.
But for now, it's time for me to go."
Many more bustling days to fight,
And plenty of nights left to cry.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC
Soft light is rising,
Warmly wrapping my blanket.
Sleepy eyes want to follow,
Yet my mind is wallowing in fantasy.
"Goodbye, my mighty chateau.
We'll meet again soon, you know.
But for now, it's time for me to go."
Many more bustling days to fight,
And plenty of nights left to cry.
10/01
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