Annabel
Alone she waits for him
Alive or dead she waits
Anxious down to her soul
As the war ebbs and flows
All thoughts of victory
Any bright tomorrows
Arouse most painful dread
August, 2016
For Contest Pleiades
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2016
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