Beloved


Her
body
slumped and without name,
in the dirt of this ruined city
covered in a tattered cloth,
her long hair stiffened by earth
her face,
sorrow.
Man,
tearful eyes
wept not far away
in search of little things
that might carry him to
his beloved
but death hummed
in the ruins of his heart
and it was a difficult tune
that echoes in his nights
resigning his heart
at the wake of death
a sadness that will haunt
the living forever.
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