Viola Parks

(Colorado Springs, Colorado)


Only a castle - in - the - air;
Only a dream lying withered there,
Covered with cobwebs fragile and grey,
Gradually fading and crumbling away.

Softly I tread the yesteryears;
Echoes of voices fill my ears.
Lingering perfume pervading the air
Captures the past and imprisons it there.

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