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This poem was written as a reminder that love and life are precious gifts.

Anguish

Debbie_hodgettsby Deborah M Hodgetts04 Jul 2014

With every drop of rain
I sign your name.
For a love like this,
could never come.

With every drop of blood,
I feel the pain.
Thou I know not it’s name.
Just the love that it has taken;
and the anguish that is to come.

As love lies bleeding.

© D. M. Hodgetts 2013