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Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #1377553
The poem was written at my age of eighteen and inspired by my evergoing passion for ruins.
I had a dream
so neat
a dream to live in a castle
A mystery castle that sleeps in the mist
with windows of air and doors to be kissed
by shades of oblivion
I need winds making my face disappear
the song of the butterfly to lay on my ear
and let me sink in the silence
Such neat a dream I had
a castle
that bends beneath the weight of its secrets
A sharp wish to touch the vision of it
observing the sense exploring and read
through the fibres of its heart
To fill my eyes with emptiness of rain
and dare not to breathe in vain
I want this badly
it shakes my mind so madly
the castle of my only dreams
I hope to feel the game of a ghost
when everything special is finally lost
and the castle is sleeping in memories
I need to live inside the walls of stone
and searching forests that are always gone
then let the storms fulfil my creature
I had this dream
so long ago
before the sighing of the clouds ..

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