untitled1 It was cold, the coldest morning ever. As she was passing over the arched bridge, the grey scenery of the city was unfolding around her. The river seemed to have stood still, a grey fog covering it. She stopped right after crossing the bridge. The view of the tall skyscrapers had been desolate. It was a good view, from the sky-blue convertible but it somehow reminded her of a cold, stone forest, adding to the coldness that already existed. To top it all, an unmistakable feeling of hunger had just made it’s self noticed. She had to get something to eat for the sandwiches were long gone, as were the apples. Cliodna locked the caruntitled
Castle keepOutside the castle keep there lies, In hard blown wind and rain, A girl with crying, sorrow ayes, That cannot bear the pain.Castle keep
Standing inside I watch and see How I once was as well, Now in my heart there’s only glee As you can always tell.
Warmth from the fireplace may come But I am colder still; For my soul was touched by her own one, Shrouded against my will.
“The world is nothing but a joke And you must learn to laugh” Inside the castle keep I spoke, Showing her the path.
Life goes on
Compassion
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