Protest

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Two hearts locked in battle.

Opposing forces,

celestial bodies,

destined to collide.

 

He left her there,

on the steps, in the road.

Betrayal complete –

to melt away with the wind and rain.

 

So she turned.

Not asking why.

No protest –

to move with the wind and rain.

 

To seek refuge elsewhere,

or not.

For what good does it do?

Sand brushed from disciple feet.

 

She journeys onward

for life or death’s embrace.

Her last protest –

To stand alone:

 

A saline pillar in the wind and rain.

 

 

 

 

 

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