The Opened House: Gu-onkao Heiro

Never again, Let it be said

Forever.

So desolate, sat he, waiting

Tired.

No door so a window built I

Small

too, waiting for any knock.

Nothing.

Sat they, dismal in The Starks.

Burned

How they loved the fresh bark.

C. B Wagner

I Thank and Appreciate Everyone for hearing this cry.

 

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