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A blunt feeling struck her heart
While she walked down that path of desert
She were walking alone with a desire to end
That path or loneliness, I don't know my friend
Maybe at first, she did care for once
When a layer of vagueness, covered her fence
A fence of honor, that gave her power for a time
Now its fading, as if, it is never going to dime
They are questioning as if she is halting her growth
Who left her deserted, Ah! now showing their wroth
Why dream is a dream, can it never be a reality
How long did she try ,yet, what's the use of her fidelity
Its not ending, neither path nor loneliness
Her heart to unwrap, Ah! an unlikeliness
She is still trying to put away, that evasive mask
No one else can even think of doing this task........
© 2020 Osman Ghazi
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on December 27, 2020:
I think this one is sad. It is not her fault if one has abandoned her.