Cold wind started to surround the lady
More solemn, more empty: more dark
The lady wondered, barely moving
For the stillness of the moment was cruel
Years now she stood in almost despair
At times she thought of cursing time
Yet she dared not, she feared betrayal
Where are you lad? Where are you lad?
She can’t move, now she can’t breathe even.
11.07.08
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