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Still bodies piling in spooky dress 
longing for last touch of sweet caress. 
On the street are young hearts lying lifeless. 
Shouting joy at this point and time is heartless. 

In the blink of eye, hopeful souls faded away. 
The clear horizon suddenly turned to a mist of gray. 
What some could do was to drop their knees and pray 
but muttered words were all that they could say.

May such misfortune in such dusk of time not happen again
for the orphaned hearts hardly find a way to take the pain.
May God bless the souls of the hearts that were slain 
so the lives they lived will not fall on the hands of vain. 

One could hardly think that time would give birth to an ache like this. 
May the faded souls find a way to climb the hills of bliss 
so the mourning love will not ache so much for the hearts they miss.
May the lips of rapture greet the weeping evening with a calming kiss.

October 31, 2022

2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Contest (1st place)
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: November 11, 2022 

February 6, 2023 
2022 Poetry Marathon Qualifiers' Final Placement Poetry Contest (24th place overall, from 267 days and 945 poems)
Sponsor: Mark Toney

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