Ruins
Summer has ended at last and the tear veiled skies, took away all love and care and hatred I'd ever feel ridding me of the fear of winter black. Yet when I seek shelter in these ruins I call home, Majestic cathedrals fallen to dust, the gothic choirs still sing your name and on the wall our shadows still dance.
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