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Summer of ‘05

I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

‘twas a dark summer

For me to be

Only pain and death

Came in a form lost,

The summer leaves come,

Winters coldness

I must find myself.

Love ran from me

Ripped me apart

Then took me away

Now a shell remains.

The cold rolls in

Autumn, a long slumber

Is all I wish for

May it come before

The winter drags

Me down with it.

© 2019 Wendy Engela

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