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Broken Love

The chilly call of wolves Troubles the shadow of my soul Despair rips deep the heel of my youth And my flesh holds no sympathy Toll the bells in yonder glen To bring the parsonage as one Let tears fill the river Styx And silence hush the agony of love Rejection grinds my bones to powder To be cast upon a cold north wind There’s no shroud of warmth for me While betrayal still walks among men My spirit still quietly lingers In the field were young maidens dream Their hope remains until the evening Then wolves come to feed

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 2/20/2012 1:51:00 PM
Very dramatic work that you have penned..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Like the surprise ending..Sara
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Date: 1/29/2012 5:47:00 AM
Virginia it is very well written poem, I like it alot. - oxox love Anne-Lise
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Date: 1/24/2012 3:18:00 PM
You write so well- I could live each line, very well done- bless you, Bren : )
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