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Tonight, the widows spread
A forest of wasted lead
Through webs of ghastly thread
Tonight, she carefully treads
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Her touch, so soft and pure
Anything, it can cure
Through the darkness, it endures
With scent of sweet allure
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In the world of thwarted flow
Of life with none to sow
No dreaming land to plow
Still, why does she go?
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Night at Sunrise
PoetryLost but courageous, a little girl searches for her pet cat in a world of troubled gloom, where she meets a man, masked in blinding darkness. This was written and posted on NearGroup, and as per a request, I decided to post it here.
