Mournings

Being told of loss

words become secondary

the heart May scream

 

For a dream

must contain

love, its mystique

 

eyes open in shelter

yet outside a wild

fury of natural passion

 

will wait, does wait, can wait

good morning tearful eyes.

 

~ finding my way, a personal journey ~

for Zelda

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