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Thursday, 30 March 2017

[Poem] Modern day Havisham

I miss the days when 
The winds listened to my orders; 
With a simple sweep of my arms, 
They were summoned. 
I reckoned 
I could beckon the Sun too. 

I now sit in rooms molded 
By time that stopped, 
While the world moves on, 
Dressing me in cobwebs 
Vintage wine and lace, 
A modern day Miss Havisham.

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