Monica Gailewitch


Dark Clouds

There were castles in the air. They’re gone.
The tears froze
The ice rips the thoughts. The snow has no voice
Your eyes are hollow
Your heart trembles in the shadows of the truth
Like a stranger coming back to his haunted mind
Lost in the labyrinth of his untold fears
I am the fool and the beast
Climbing slippery mountains

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