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left behind
those that are left behind when others have gone, are the ones that cry all night long. under the cover of the night so many tears fall, we cry ourselves to sleep until there is nothing within us left to weep. tomorrow, our tears will start anew for those that are left behind, what else is there to do? Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller Web site copyrighted © 2012 by Lydia Warner Miller Cell: 530-391-5056 Home: 530-644-5594 email: brokenbadge8@yahoo.com lydia-miller.artistwebsites.com Fine Art America.com search Lydia Miller 2379 Indian Wells Road Placerville, CA 95667 |
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