By Nabil Abou Baker
11/18/2009
“You just have to see her?”, his heart murmured.
“I heard what had happened, I am my sorry
For your loss Mister Darcey. Her colored
World was slowly fading, losing amply,
The paint of life, but not love. You nurtured
Her through—this time; just want you to—calmly
Follow me—and I will take you—eastward,
To where Lizzy quietly ‘waits, ready.”
“You just have to see her.”, the husband said.
“Mister Darcey, Mister Darcey, Mister
Darcey!” They both stood there as his fear led
His mind down a wasteland path of utter
Desolation, more than a hand full of
Dust. “You just have to see her!”, cried Darcey.
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