Silently, my heart wept tears in the dismal aftermath as
I waited long days amidst cherry blossom strewn paths,
Lingering there ‘til twilight, my heart aching in despair,
Each breath I took evoking an unanswered prayer to
Nurture and perpetuate a forsaken, futile plea for repair.
Cherry blossoms are now withered with only scattered remains,
Ensuring capitulation to unrequited love’s most grievous pain.
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Cindy Calder
From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
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