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You sufferred so I might live
my days in the light of your love,
but the world has forgotten
its promise. Dark wings blanket
sullen streets marred
by tragedy, and children
scarred by greed.
When you return what
will be left?
Will you take us into
your arms?
Into your
Light?

 

© Amanda Makepeace

Written for NaPoWriMo 2012

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