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If humanity would know
How a woman suffers
In pain the cause a foe
when her heart is broken
suffering the lost token
of a loved one that goes….
The tears spilled by
a woman
whose tears never dry
After she loses
The love of her life..
All her life waiting
For that love to come
Then all vanishes
like the sun…
The magic of dreams
Poured in lost streams
Never to return
Which turns and turns
The romance leaves
Like the leaves from a tree
Like flowers who dry
In Autumn fields
The sorrow prolongs
all her life long
of a heart that never mends
and love that eternally ends.
©lynda ferrer/RR/2013
