High in a tower
A maiden sits alone
Looking out
At the sad world below
Its sorrows reflected
In her pale face
Her hand reaches out
And grasps only space
She holds the keys
But she can’t reach the lock
The soft breeze on her face
Serves only to mock
As it whispers of a world
Beyond her finger tips
That she can only watch
Past her tower it slips
Alone, looking down
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Oh my god. Your poem is absolutely amazing. It totally blew me away. I'm adding you to my friends right this very second. I miss you TONS already.
-Joyce
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