Glenda Gambill

(Charlotte, North Carolina, USA)

In Love


He was gone
She was having feelings of hopelessness and despair
Her life was as empty and bare as deciduous trees are
of leaves in winter she reckoned.
The rainstorm was raging furiously outside
As she looked out the window she could see nothing but darkness.
Suddenly the phone rang!
She picked it up and heard his voice
Her feelings of despair and hopelessness went fleeing
like deer being chased by a hunter
Feelings of joy optimism and hope began to course
through her veins.
She was in love and her love was coming home!

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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