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Winter Widow

Poetry By: Maij

Winters widow...

Submitted:Mar 23, 2012    Reads: 62    Comments: 8    Likes: 4   

She is alone.

More alone than the being she was then;

Before tasting love.


Her only companion is the darkness,

For the moon has decided to deny her

Its handsome luster

And the stars

Have all burned out.


She is alone,

Save the presence of nature's sweetest serenade:

The dying winter breeze.

As the weakened wisps

Waft across the panes,

Their lifeless whispers

Are all that come

To soothe her loneliness.

Though they shall never compare

To the warmth of a lovers wordless whispers;

That even sleeping breath,

The fleeting nature of their presence

Is all she has now.

They are all she will ever have.

For this is the fate

Of the winter widow;

Doomed to suffer through

An endless season of dark, numbness

Never to see the blush of spring grass again.


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