Lament

November 21, 2008
By Lindsey McDonald, Sioux Falls, SD

The cold breath
that holds you still
The wanting and aching
bent on your will
the dark words
cried to the air
the sullen expression
so many to bare
The rising sun
calls out to the moon
"I've missed you so dearly"
This sad, empty tune


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