By Charles Robert Lindholm
the wind waged war
with it’s ally the rain
the battlefields
were littered with
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July 8, 2012
Long Life ? not for me.
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The ground lies frozen like your heart.
My loves lies bleeding your cruel words wrenched it apart.
A blood red stain spreads fed by my tears
Shed silently watering the growth of my fears.
Sharp new icicles tinged in red look so pretty
Belying their hard hearts, mean and bereft of pity.
My hand is frozen like your heart. My fingers
Are lifeless like the dark barren trees.
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