Poem -

Sigh of Ages

 Long moan to the morning sun
shift and creak,
stone shifting to greet the day.

Moss creeping inch by inch,
slithering bit by bit
absorbing the stone.

Century by century
standing witness to time, 
lives come and go.

If these walls could talk
stories of royalty and rouges,
feasts and famines.

Stone soaked in blood
moat filled with water and waste,
tapestries of past deeds.

Shades of past
haunting the halls,
trapped in timeless wails.

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I really like your poem.It is very thoughtful and descriptive. I don't want to analyse it too much;I just really enjoy reading it. Reading your poem is like looking at the Sun on my garden wall and seeing how time passes over a few hours.Also,it is well structured and your choice of words is excellent.Your poem is really good.

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