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I roam the alley of bruised dreams
The hanging lamps fade, so unkind--
My soul trapped as night blasphemes
Of farewell’s plight nailing this mind.
He’s gone far off to taint our love---
In anguish, I search heaven's dove;
Yet blackbirds howl from skies above.
Titles Of Novels, nette on claud Contest
10th June 2016
quatrain and tercet in a.a.a combined
" A Farewell To Arms"
Copyright © Amelie Mara | Year Posted 2016
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