Sitting in the comfort of her chair
And listening to the sounds of the breeze
There is no disparity
She can now see things with clarity
You have left her all alone
She is sadly dazed and confused
The time has come for her to move on
She will find herself and become heartstrong
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Author:
The Brooklyn Six Project™ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2016 16:16
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
I would like to wipe her brow...a cool cloth never fails...you can never tell...what they cannot say. I failed to provide this simple comfort and it haunts me...we itch everywhere, and die silently.
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