Loss

In windswept fields she waits alone,

From whence she came, she can't recall.

Among the grass she makes her home,

And marvels at its rise and fall.

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In memory it seems to her,

Another used to dwell here too.

The images are just a blur,

Of the things they used to do.

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The sunshine breaks her reverie,

Now no image fills her head.

She lays at peace; her mind at ease,

No thought given to the dead.

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A horrid klaxon breaks her peace,

She lashes out with deadly aim.

And rolls away from what she sees.

The face within the picture frame.

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