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She WaitsShe gazes out the window wind doesn't drown her sorrow, he promised he'd come home sometime today or tomorrow. He's fighting for his country she didn't want to see him go, but, 'twas something he wanted he truly loved her so. Tears stream down her pale face gone forever, from her embrace. Copyright Cynthia Jones Feb.26/2008 Her love got killed in the end. I wrote along with a picture for a contest. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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