Poem By Elcypher_My Fancy [ I ]

*My Fancy.*
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Of memories,
Of ecstasies,
Of chimeras,
Of melodies...
Innocence has flown me with youth hood;
Drained me in the moment where ignorance stood
And, what's left of this guilty self? Plain mood;
Which
Often times I have cherished the leas
Court sentiment for beauty seen
And, when accomplishment did deny me
I grieved:
Of memories,
Of ecstasies,
Of chimeras,
Of melodies...

*El cypher.*