there stood a figure laden with dust
bathed in sunlight, shrouded with lust
cover by a thin veil of mist
jumbled up voices of wind echo
across the fair green meadow.
-eight
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PoetryA Collection of Poems written by yours truly you can thank me later, but preferably now :] ______ Energy inside,Never growing Trapped inside, sentenced for life lock up the key and close my eyes helpless to find a better peace of mind leave me to...
The Figure
there stood a figure laden with dust
bathed in sunlight, shrouded with lust
cover by a thin veil of mist
jumbled up voices of wind echo
across the fair green meadow.
-eight
