Baronhawk's Nest

Many years go by,
many more than I.
Lonely times of sigh,
as merry laughter die.

And the breadcrumbs falls,
washed away by tears.
Days long gone,
never re-appear.

In memory dances,
what was once real.
The melody prances,
but the pain endures.

Walk I the shadows,
in the river of doubts.
Swimming against tides,
falling into dark.

FALLING INTO DARK

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