Underneath the pale night sky,
where the wind blows empty and discarded plates,
and the partly faded grass shows its splendid face,
walks a girl
so young and sweet-never once missing a beat
to keep pace with the geese that fly for the winter,
and wonders, "Why is life not always sweet?"
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Gothic Poetry: A Collection of Dark Poems
PoésieThese are poems that I originally wrote several years ago as a teenager. It reflects a love of all things dark. I have edited & revised them for publication. This is 26 poems from a larger collection (72 poems) I've published to share with anyone th...
