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December 17, 2009
By , Arlington, TX
Glassy sapphire eyes
Well up with droplets
As clear as a rushing stream
That burbles over rocks.
The fire in those jewels
Dies away;
The soul withdraws.
The pain is unbearable.
It sears the torn heart
Whose jagged edges scratch
As grieving lungs sob.
Sorrow beats her fists
Against her skull,
A monotonous drumming.
He is gone;
Death has stolen him away.
But Hope raises her delicate head,
Time will go by,
The heart will mend itself,
Life will go on.

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