a hidden tower lies beyond our reach
concealed by a curtain of dampened ivy
with stone bricks that stack upwards
pointing towards the heavens
scraping wisps of opaque clouds
while scarlet roses climb up the walls
encased by a shield of thick vines
whose thorns protrude outwards
defending the lonely princess
who has known nothing but
the stone walls which shield her
from a world beyond the tower.
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PoetryIn which tiny snippets of time are cut and pasted together. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Poetry #30 (29/01/19) © 2019 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.
