“Don’t leave me.”. she cried
The grass is always greener
Through wandering eyes.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
“Don’t leave me.”. she cried
The grass is always greener
Through wandering eyes.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Cry of somber horn sounds,
Cloaked in fogs muted cape;
Lonesome and lonely as others answer not.
With greatest of care she lumbers on,
Waning on autumn wind, she cries,
Longing for her groom so long ago parted.
Drawn and weary her soul aches
In hopes with lover soon united.
He waits…
On rocky shore, he waits,
To hear the joyous cry of his bridegroom,
Against cold and crashing spray–he waits
For her voice, it never comes,
He wales…
For his love–he is forlorn.
She is gone.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
A decade of war
Life draining on this nation
When will it all end
Our citizens sacrificed
Precious resources squandered
To what victory
How do we define success
Against painful loss
Our wars produce no winners
Without a clear enemy
All gains will revert
When finally we depart
Chaos ensuing
As is always the result
In the absence of brute force
When ideals are forced
Democracy imposed
Only breeds contempt
When masses are unprepared
For freedoms sacrifices
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~