Melancholy Sound
Standing on the top of the cliffs, overlooking : Melancholy Sound
The ominous black whistle of a Fairy tale; Princess Cruise Ship
In the light of blind LOVE, a smokestack wails as the smell of Death ; Abounds
The groaning ebony whistle, evaporates into the Portals of the past
Leaving the image of Everlasting LOVE written in the sky by the Golden Rays of the Sun
I walk away leaving my Reminiscing behind
Inspired by Janette Fisher’s Contest : “ Sounds Familiar “
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