In Her Light - Poem by John Molloy
My core, what essence left, is hers;
she has not lost me, just.
I restep my thoughts reminded
Truth is here.
Our efforts, stressed and strained -
Matured, pasts scared,
Her soul to mine prefects;
As a dozen lives massgraved
We arise, poppied - bedewed.
The world's use is shown.
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