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| Open Poetry #13 |
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Remorse over the loss |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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My wife has died, Leaving me with responsibilities, The mirage which was there, Now displays a barren dessert, She knew the time had arrived, God has come to take my bride. Ronil (One becomes god only when they have fully understood the role of being a human being.) |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ronil, our condolences...the burdens are many when one is left alone after a lifetime of two... now and then, as you roam and rumble through those responsibilities left behind, take a moment for yourself and write your thoughts... I am sure there will be many.... |
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