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 Robert Hayden Pursell at www.poetrypoem.com/rhp

There upon the floor she lay with cold eyes of death staring up at me

I longed to see a blink or fluter, but no, never again the movement of life

The silent sound of death so loud

No pulse of life lingering within the empty shell upon the cold bare floor

My life ended with hers
Now I just wait
Wait to join my love...


Robert Hayden Pursell






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