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Click hereOrange and gold off in the horizon.
The Day started in a haze
The rattling of thoughts through
a confused and lonely maze.
Setting the sky a fire with it’s sunlight.
The sun a kind warm friend.
However it denied the secrets Of it’s heart
till the bitter end.
The bed with comfort and slumber
proved the valiant protector.
A pillow it’s shield to hold off
the betrayal soon after.
The distant echo of a ringing
sparked life in the sleeping maiden.
At the end of that dreaded sound
wait a call of desperate pleading.
A price of sorrow and lost Sundays.
She waited 364 days.
Her loyalty left her empty inside.
That’s how love repays.
Tomorrow seemed so far away.
Barefeet hit pavement streets.
Streaming tears for revealed fears.
Would she ever get past the deceit?
She rested in a patch of green.
Exhausted from running to nowhere.
In her hand a memory.
Her spirit now desolate and threadbare.
Gray clouds began to gather.
She knew the end was near.
She summoned up the courage
to face another year.
A vision in the rain
at first looked defeated.
A closer glance reveals a head held high.
Through pain she had been tested.
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A beautiful poem...with such an ethereal beauty ~ painting vivid images with carefully chosen words.
Nicely read but oh that confusion between contractions (it's) and possessives (its); one of those exceptions that trip some folks up.