Poetry, Structured Free Verse

Exiled

from a broke down castle
on a far western hill,
she traveled a valley wide
with empty heart…

her feet bare and wet
from a stone path built upon tears,
she rests in a forgotten dream-meadow…

her cries
echo
unheard,

save for one.

Desolation by Katrina Silva
Photo by Katarina Silva
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