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Frozen body in in the icy river A young woman met her fate early She wanted freedom But she found Let the night come A single candle burning cuts through the gloom In lands of shadow Where can a soul find peace? Old answers no longer suffice As the old tent - maker said: "...sultan after sultan with his pomp abode his hour or two and went his way"

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Date: 7/10/2009 6:28:00 AM
Wonderful atmosphere conveying the loss and sadness of so many lonely people. Very well written. Regards Heidie
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Date: 7/9/2009 1:54:00 AM
An exceptional poem.
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