All that I feel, read and speak. Trying to condense some of the toughest life lessons into simple words. Relieving the magic of written expression and making peace with my mind.
Wednesday 7 August 2019
Haunting soul
She haunts the dark manor,
waiting to be free.
Walking up the stairs,
the empty soul is she.
Taking slow strides,
her white dress glistens in the moonlight.
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