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Elegy - for Mel |
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Lives touched by grief,
hearts aching without relief,
and on the wind, muffled cries,
tears, lamentation,
endless sighs.
We are left to curse and mourn
another youth too soon gone;
all that promise never to be
emptied into a martial sea.
Again beneath a silent
sky
echoes the question,
"Why, God? Why?" |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2009
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January 22, 2011 |
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