The floors adorned with gold,
And ceilings cakes with glitter
And the walls filled with ancient paints.
The 'click clack' and giggles
As girls walk by.
And solemn faces and pens,
As men stand by.
All while in their rooms
Sheets will be changed
And dust will no longer be.
This is what you may call
Royalty.
O,
But many things will change
Many things will be forgotten.
-H.I
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PoetryA collection of poems that helped me get on with life, and even repress urges that may or may not have led to difficult memories to forget. Here's a poetry book dedicated to the dedicated. And to myself. I hope you learn from your actions, and do...
