Thirty-One Days
day xxvi
Tittle Page
each day we walk
slowly through life,
somber solders marching through
the
blood soaked forest of realities
anguishing with swelled eyes
about to cry
screams for lost opportunities
missed loves of grandeur and
beauty
sadness of the arrival of death
a cold and sudden loss of breath
there is nothing left
for that of my soul
so profoundly possessed
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Index
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