Singular
First poem I’ve written in ages. I hope it’s not too terrible.
Singular
The moon, she cries a lonely tear
The stars having run off in fear
On the soil, a wolf howls back
Abandoned by her love and pack
Somewhere else a bell tolls once
With no sound in any distance
The tower itself stands also alone
Tall in a sea of low, lonely pride doth shone
A little girl sits in a chair
Love around her everywhere
Looking at the joy betweeen ma’ams and sirs
Wondering if any will ever be hers.
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