Dark's flowing out of the window,
Your lonely cage is not a home.
The soul was given just to widow,
And now you're here under the dome.
You're stranded somewhere in a tower
Next to the ghost in gauzy dress.
It's not enough to gain the power
To run, much harder to confess.
You feel like trifling apparition
On the background of sunset,
Just watching how your own edition
Breaks in possession to upset.
Ghost in a gauzy dress
© Copyright: Хэльга Штефан, 2013
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