A Poem -The Widow
Widow the lonely star among its peers
The dead syllable minus the years of true
love once known
Behind the secret passage lies a near
again hope of finding the one
The widow the vacant space of immortal
covered by compassionate trees
Known only to the daring eye of sympathy
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