Poetry| Sunday SelfMotivation

In a cold winter night
Wandering around the meadow
Loosing sight of your mighty knight
And shrouded in the shadow

Not knowing where to go
So you turned back to the chateau
Gazing at the shooting stars
Wishing of what may have been yours

You know it was an omen
For the time of a great sorrow
When the closest one becomes a foe
Leave you all alone in the borough

That's the time when your thoughts will be thorough
And you'll break from the sorrow
Cause the strength is inside your marrow
You have it all you don't need to borrow

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