Wallhood by Libegafrat

The walls were too high,
When we were child
Now they are higher,
And we are less wild.

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Though form and substance now are fled,
And shadows only remain,
The wind, a melancholic tread,
Revives the poignant pain.

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River in the cage a #poetry by #Libegafrat.

She was a fish caught by the waters,
I was a shadow drowned in the mirage,
When we passed the moment of wonders,
She left here an immortal heritage:
The soul of a shadow haunts the winding rivers,
A fish in flight, within a golden cage.

The Wind's Lament by Libegafrat

The wind, a mournful ghost,
Through sodden grass doth moan,
A phantom of a life that's lost,
A memory overthrown.

It whispers tales of what has been,
A yearning, deep and old,
A beauty that the world has seen,
A story yet untold.