Written by Emily Harstone | February 6, 2018
Well, this was no help.
I, disenchanted; designed not to fly.
There is no more rain, today.
Behold the ruins of my dream.
He came. He saw. He “concord”.
He came. He saw. He conquered.
I stand on an empty shell.
And there I was…all alone.
The past is never truly dead.
Midnight sun fails to warm me
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Well, this was no help.
I, disenchanted; designed not to fly.
There is no more rain, today.
Behold the ruins of my dream.
He came. He saw. He “concord”.
He came. He saw. He conquered.
I stand on an empty shell.
And there I was…all alone.
The past is never truly dead.
Midnight sun fails to warm me