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Streets of Solitude
"Grief is the price we pay for love." Quoted by _Queen Elizabeth II
I walk streets of grief and of solitude,
oh, dark death has come like a crawling thief;
and I am drifting like a fallen leaf,
wandering wrapped in weeping quietude.
Oh, how long will I wander in a haze,
will it be long years or months, weeks or days;
weary, I wish for the glow of sunlight,
I can feel it on my face . . . oh delight !
The path I follow is paved with gem stones,
streets of solitude still mine when broken;
often left sad, moody and soft-spoken.
Some days are fine and some are all amiss,
and some are just pure sublime, serene bliss;
now, my streets not always of decayed bones.
Copyright ©
Constance La France
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