Contrasted thoughts drift
like sauntering mist
amongst stark landscape
cold and quiet as her soul
and grief is a constant
companion that reminds
with a deliberate voice,
that true love is
not to be taken lightly,
nor to be sequestered
in any measure, so
she wanders sorrowed,
with distant memories of
true affection shunned as
agony pulls at her spirit like
sinister captors and coal black
is her heart that beats
no more, as eternity beckons.













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