Martas poems: Weeo not my friend

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Friday, January 27, 2012

Weeo not my friend

W eep not for love lost, for once found, if true, love cannot be lost. Weep for the one that left love, now self-betrayed, who has passed from light to darkness and sees it not. One small light which surrenders to darkness, becomes part of the whole of darkness. Love is not love of only one, love is life itself. It will not cringe when turned from nor plead for things now passed, for it renews itself with each passing moon. Weep not, for love is and will always be Sign in to see full entry.

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