
A castle stands, on a mountain high
Its turrets, reaching for the sky
Towers, decorating its building, where
The strong and valiant, fought despair
Coated in dusted powder, fine
Winter, cloaks a different time
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A castle stands, on a mountain high
Its turrets, reaching for the sky
Towers, decorating its building, where
The strong and valiant, fought despair
Coated in dusted powder, fine
Winter, cloaks a different time
Continue reading at Night Owl Poetry
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Thank you for sharing, Sue 💜
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