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At The Broken Window

 

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At the broken window while tears slide down her face
she wonders how she came to be in this dreadful place

 

At the broken window while the world keeps spinning on
Her life has fallen around her with the coming of the dawn

At the broken window while others, in restful sleep
She, engulfed in darkness, drowns in her rending grief

 

At the broken window while the moon shines high above
She lives in utter loneliness and aches for her dead love

 

At the broken window.

 

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

 

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19 thoughts on “At The Broken Window

  1. A lovely poem Linda. Sad, but the beauty of your words makes the sadness so very touching. This is a wonderful piece of writing, and in my humble opinion, it’s one of your best that I have read. It touched me that much and that is what you are an artist at. 😃💛

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