Lost Things


Her face beautiful and delicate like a flower but there was something sad about it she could be thinking about the man who left her standing at the alter and the tears that she kept back from falling even though the rush in her heart t was a pain that would never go a way she could be thinking of the little girl that she would never hold again because of the terrible night when she walked into that room darkened by here fear of what she might find and the hand that held her while her little girl took her last breath what of the memory of the land that that was torn by the crack in  earth that took away her home all in one moment gone never to be seen again yes the girl was beautiful now an old woman and yet her eyes were so sad …..

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