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She weeps in silent solitude no one to wipe her tears, smooth her gathered brow. Youth brought tokens of laughter carefree days, loving nights. Children are too new for sorrow. Widows sob for the bygone, yearn for the heat of passion, the sunrise of expectant days. Cocooned in blankets to shield the cold where once he lay to warm her, only now but his pillow to hold. Hundereds of years pass fade with no after glow. She dwells in memory of yesteryear. An old life like a melancholy melody whirls about her tear-laden heart. The ever young bides in her mind. Desires are not but dust they flicker still as embers glowing. She hears the silence sees her stir-less breath. Awakes in the morn...forlorn.
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