Waiting for Peace — Emotional Shadows

You could see her Even on misty mornings Waiting at the top of the hill Melancholy figure, standing still Oblivious of slander or censure Immersed in her own beliefs She moved up and down Never did she come to the town People shook their heads in distress Counted her among the dead How could she […]

via Waiting for Peace — Emotional Shadows

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