Where once a rose of love did shine
Where weeds of hatred grew
Is now a wasteland, wide and fine,
Where winds are howling through
It is a graveyard of the past
So dear to one’s heart
Where memories are melting fast
Yet never all depart
From time to time the shadows rise
Adrift the silent maze
No loving hearts, no burning eyes
And not a soul ablaze
A sound vague, a distant scream
Of some forgotten pain
But none will dare break a dream
And silence once again
Omnia Orta Cadunt
© Copyright: Арнор, 2007
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