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Without His Love








Without his love in her world
Her life is cast into shadow
Where buzzards await a dying heart
Her soul becomes a barren wasteland

They circle with talons ready
To shred senses already gone numb
Her scream would only fade out
In the thunder caused by her tears

Without a fight, she would succumb
Lying still, grieving for hope
The only warmth left to call her own
The specks of sand stinging her face

~THE FLOWING PEN~
5-26-08



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Without His Love