Category : Poems

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There was once.....
An old castle, 
very stately, 
standing.... in the middle...... 
of a big park.

Proudly, 
she tried to attract visitors.
The park lays... there.... 
very quietly. 

Windless, 
birds who where singing, 
on the branches.... 
lustily. 

And, 
Sometimes, 
between the songs, 
High.... and..... Low.... 
you can hear the screeching, 
of a black crow. 

And, 
these seem to be, 
calling you!