Circled by a ring of stone,
as tall as earth, she stands alone.
One city.
She's weeping for a world, long gone,
and hiding from the star, that shone.
Still calling.
Waiting on the verge of doom,
she stands before a dark, that looms.
A peril.
Frozen, in a shadowed path,
there is nothing in the aftermath.
Alone.
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Same as usual...bla bla bla!
Please be honest, don't be afraid to be critical, I'm all for improving my work:)
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keep writing your poems are loveley!
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