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[title] => One Last Stroll
[time] => 2003-12-02 19:28:21
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[bodytext] => Along a crooked dusty track,beneath a canopy of green She takes a final stroll,a lonely time it's been Many years she has struggled,everyday to carry on Without the one who held her heart,for so long he's been gone Noticing the flowers,growing wild aside the way Awkwardly she stoops and there her fingers stray Across the purple petals,that he'd once bring to make her smile On his way home from the fields,he would visit here a while She did not care to pick them,instead she left them where they swayed Never could they mean as much,without his touch upon them made Imagining him bending there,kneeling on the ground A few tiny tears were tasted as they fell then without sound The sunlight came in streaks,spraying through the leaves Warming to her face,but not the heart that grieves For nothing through the years,had held her quite like him And so the the burning sun,compared to love was dim This will be her final stroll,no more days will have her here Her time has come,her family's growing is done,she'll not last another year And so she finds the special place,from all those years before Where two had stood and held the other,plans of raising kids and more Looking all about the meadows,she took in with one last breath The memories of a lifetime,and then she courted death Peaceful as she rested,against the tree where they'd first kissed Now she sees the light,and runs to the man she's missed [comments] => 4 [counter] => 250 [topic] => 31 [informant] => CrystalSilence [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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