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what she sought
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beauty and the muse
like smoke that will drift
like dying blossoms that were a gift
she shoulders another’s crimes into descent
long still night of winters lament
the knowledge of this hour
as life’s sweetness turns sour
beautiful visions in her slumber
they are fragile in their number
small hands reach for that treasure
little or no rapture to scarce to measure
this tough life leaves her feeling so week
as a single tear rolls down her cheek
still she trembles at the thought
it was only true love that she sought
she shivers
at the thought
a one and only true love
is what she sought
What She Sought
I like it. It's tight and put together right. My heart goes out to her. Very Good. MilMan