The Woe

She stood alone upon the ait
Resigned but sadly there to wait
That perhaps tomorrow's date
Would bring her love again to her.

The sea around her sprayed its foam
To cover sand and shower home
Decaying pages of the tome
That told how love brought pain to her.

She now an ancient lady be
So long surrounded by the sea
That she no longer finds the lee
From the loss like rain to her.

~Michael Bahm~

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