Love Poem: Left Behind
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Written by: Neal Freeland

Left Behind

My eyes on the edge of yesteryear
Feel the breeze on my skin
A feather left behind a whisper

Fate brushing through my long black hair
Under the sun

One afternoon in the night

Alone of my unspoken wish
They for the soul
Still do in dream
Calling out to my own

Lost in the prairie grass

East my head and silent eyes
Call out softly 
I will always love you

But the winds still
Wonder so
For that pray