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Abandoned! Assaulting winds thrash flailing limbs, denuding boughs of golden dress; gone the gaiety of glowing beginnings when springtime sun seduced soft soil, fondling slight buds of green, foreplay in fecund fields. Forlorn, like a vacant house, dark windows blankly stare despair, the fissured dream convulses; Whistling winds, keening, “Gone away, gone away . . .” Where do dreams go when they die, After the romantic sighs, after the broken-hearted cry? Does a haven await perished aspiration? Or is abandoned hope sour fodder for rodents and insects pilfering? Gather the wasted twigs, the windswept straw, feathered soft with anguish breast plucked raw; interweave new hope to resurrect cadaverous old. Truth states roses bloom in desert sand; believe. Copyright 11-19-2019

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Date: 3/5/2022 4:23:00 AM
Your winner in Brian's contest was creative and expressive. Way to go. Congrats. Sara
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Date: 12/1/2019 12:56:00 PM
good penning and a well deserved win... congratulations!
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Date: 11/30/2019 7:51:00 PM
Congrats Faye on your winning poem
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