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Wings By: Anvalë Greyheaven Yet another drop of rain Down a face A dead stare As the wind rocks the body Bleak eventide The monotone squeaking Of the rope so tight Against a pale neck Heavy clouds Calm silence, a lone bird Flapping gently it’s wings Far away The smile that never was The star that never sang The wreck of a mind Past, as the feet lost contact There were dreams White, marble tower Through the dark Two little hands reaching out Tomorrow did never come But there were solace Behind the veil He saw. Yet another drop of rain Down his face A tiny glimpse of a smile As the wind rocked his body |
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