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Broken Clay (Free verse) by donmiguel1960
wasted life of anguish, and demise
diminishing, groping, and endless maze
family so young, dieing, with dark eyes
living disgrace, of a tortuous blaze
unfaithful husband, of horrific reach
with sins of faith, that can never depart
brings a dieing wife to a shallow beach
unable to restore, her broken, sad heart
falling stars that never return,
they blink, then wink until their gone
a families soul as a dieing fern
they shine no more from dusk to dawn
absent is all their hope and might
drifting in life from day to day
a husband who forgot just how to fight
a beauty now lost in broken clay
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