The Hanging Gardens That Never Were
written by: Camellia
@20_camellia
Somewhere near,
The Gardens of Babylon crumble…
Up above,
Someone watches
From an illusory citadel…
Close by,
A black cloud arises
Amidst the billowy whites,
Like the wolf that hides…
Not too far away,
Amongst the golden peacocks,
A Girl plays,
Shutting the gates…
My name is Camellia. I am professionally in the corporate sector, as well as an MBA student. However, my heart lies in poetries, writing, and singing. I am not an expert in writing. However, I am an expressive person and love to pour my thoughts, mainly emotions, through my compositions.
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