Where is My Love
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(braided ring form)
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The bright sun shines,
the air is cold,
I see the signs.
Grabbing ahold,
or breaking free,
to be consoled.
I make my plea,
I am screaming,
but cannot flee.
Am I dreaming?
There are signs of
life redeeming.
From up above,
between the lines:
where is the love?
(where is my love?)
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MettaFysykyl Poetry 