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Cry for Me
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Secular Poetry Tired, impoverished and worn
She peers through the looking-glass
Longing for the arms of yesteryear,
Wistfully recalling days long gone.
Salty tears cascade from her eyes
Replenishing her barren, dusty plains.
The moonlight illuminates her pale face
Revealing the dark circles beneath her eyes.
Burned and broken
Her pain runs deep.
Her heart is shattered,
Her soul is torn.
She can never forgive
Nor can she forget
The betrayal of her children.
She turns away from the looking-glass
As her despair becomes her legacy.
Very sad but beautiful.