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Dec 2010
A screaming comes across the sky
Giving us not one reason why,
Must we run? Must we fly?
The light of my life with someday die.
I can’t let go, no matter how hard I try,
No matter what you supply
Or say you have to qualify.
You’ve flown away like a butterfly
Without the slightest word to specify,
Why?
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin
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