Post by batngat on Jul 2, 2021 19:55:42 GMT 10
The day the story of my worries ends
Time packs its clock away and quits.
Outside my window the trees no longer quiver and bend
Leaving the wind to howl alone, in fits.
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The day the story of my foibles finishes
Case closed ! What else is left to do ?
Gone are all my performing masks, all dreams and wishes
Laying bare the long-hidden ghost, ... ... plain and true ...
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