Compassion born of tragedy, Selfless beam undying, The widow of veracity Was contemplating crying. She stood there like a tear drop Before it has declined, Forlorn impassioned majesty Never so devine. Were I the cheek she'd fall upon I'd never be denying; Any path that she would take Would be the same as mine. PAL copyerite 2000
Reason for writing:
At a party, a woman who had just recieved what must have been bad news, makes her way through the crowd silently, holding back a river of tears while trying to keep up her appearance as she makes her way to the door. No one speaks to her, but every heart is touched.
Birth sign: Libra
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