Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Desolate Cabin


Lonely and abandoned, forsaken,
A woeful ruin of the past;
Isolated from the rest, in disrepair and deserted,
Solitary in its quiet desolation.

As summer flowers bloom
And the warm winds blow,
Through the trees and the meadows,
Memories of friends arrive once more;
Longing for the beautiful sound of laughter.



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