elisabeth james powell Poems

Broken frames
and golden suns
A world of hurt
and sometimes none.
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Here I Stand before my beloved wife
There were many days we spent together,
We'd been through grief stricken heartache and strife
Through life our love seemed to last forever.
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'Why art thou so cold? 'Tis not the embroidered
silk blanket of sorrow i once held on to.
Draping over the golden pain with 'Speak! ' leaving empty..
Oh, my thoughts! I have not yet hesitated to ask
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