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THE HAND OF LIFE
Published in the USA-Library of Congress
There was a time
when the sound of the sun
rising to the east
used to be in soft accompaniment
to the beat of my heart
My day has now been filled
with the cold ashes
of the autodafe of a romance
burnt on the pyre of grief.
a spring filled with bleeding roses
The hand of life
has pushed the pillow of my sorrow
over the last breath of my dream
There will be no bird to announce
the dawn for me.
All my heart's moments
you have stolen from me
And my soul is begging
for its release into eternity
Rahman,brigitte arlette(c)-Series Malovel
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