The Gift Poem by Melissa L. Pelletier

The Gift

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Lonely spirits weep in a canyon of despair
will they ever meet the love waiting there?
stranger's eyes upon them,
cold and quick to judge
could not see the truth behind
the thoughts that bind them
to give would mean to not
have enough, when to keep
would only betray
the life that dwells inside them
that was meant to give away.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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