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Faraway

Safe in the knowledge, or so it seemed,
That things lasted, she happily dreamed,
Of the day he'd come back, the day he'd call,
Of the day he'd embrace her, and call her his doll,
Every birthday of his, she'd make a card,
Plaster it on his wall, pristine white paint scarred,
Every anniversary of theirs, she'd decorate the house,
In the hopes it brought back her long lost spouse.

Little did she know, in a village, in a faraway land,
Was a prisoner of war, with no right hand,
Learning to write with his left, an alphabet a night,
For the days brought torture, and his never ending fight,
Every birthday of hers, a tree he secretly planted,
In the hope that some clean air to her he granted,
Every anniversary of theirs, a word more he wrote,
In the hope that one day, she'd read all he spoke.

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  1. Unknown15 October 2015 at 10:43

    Through chasms of rhytm i arive,
    Ray that glimmers to keep the duo alive;
    Felt the sorrow, touched the pain,
    Love has no boundaries, its just insane.

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    1. Aishu15 October 2015 at 11:01

      Boundaries, sense and logic love defies,
      So I have heard and seen with my eyes,
      To feel it for myself, I would wish not,
      For great sorrow just seeing it has brought.

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  2. Unknown15 October 2015 at 13:34

    The hurt you see can be felt in your rhyme,
    The depth it reaches are sublime;
    Carry on this journey is what I hope,
    Paint more pictures and broaden your scope.

    (Fancy way of saying, deep and awesome poem, keep it up :P)

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    1. Aishu18 October 2015 at 18:59

      Love and not hurt is what I thought,
      This poem and it's story were about,
      However, I believe, in most cases it seems,
      Hurt takes love and crushes all its dreams.

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