Seeking

19 Nov

By Lynda Platone, Executive Assistant 

Seeking and searching in the pre-dawn;
Mists swirling silent across dew kissed lawn.
Wraithlike and pale in the soft, glowing light
She prays for the end of the long dark night.
An outstretched hand in desperate plea.
Cries for sweet comfort, tears falling gently.
How has she come to be so alone;
Why does she not have one to call her own?
Seeking and searching in the pre-dawn;
Mists swirling silent across dew kissed lawn.
She falls to the earth, her soul wrenched apart;
Will love once again find its way to her heart?

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