Silhouette of Regret
Inside my head bells of nostalgia incessantly do chime
Waking a mournful muse of longing and regret
I recognize her silhouette~ a wistful tall brunette
Forever chanting spells to turn back the hands of time
She waits till sunset to paint another cruel vignette
O to what heights I’d be eager to climb
To erase all traces of a lingering everhaunting crime
A much needed soul cleansing trek thru the mountains of Tibet
AP: 2nd place 2025
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