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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