Sinful Skye

A Poem by Wraith

And as she died,
The Skye turned grey,
Slowly now,
It rotted away.
Full of Sin, full of Pride,
It withered away,
Not longer she but it,
In the old northern bay.

© 2015 Wraith

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Added on February 3, 2015
Last Updated on February 4, 2015

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You don't need eyes to see. You don't need ears to hear. You don't need touch to feel. At the same time you can be blind and yet have eyes. You can be deaf and yet have ears. You can not feel and yet .. more..