Lack.A Poem by Lydia
Blank pages, Empty pens, Waiting for life to start again. A restless spirit, An unbridled past, Hoping that this pain won’t last. A cold day, And crying eyes, Another useless alibi. Broken hearts, And sleepless nights, She wonders if she’ll win this fight. © 2008 LydiaReviews
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5 Reviews Added on February 9, 2008 AuthorLydiaSeattle, WAAboutI'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..Writing
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