Eleonora Woods - Hunting

Silence is trailing through the dark where
I wake empty looking back.
my love is gone, hunting the sacred grounds.
The bone he left is brittle failing sadly
no other thing except the memory of ailing health
The days are barren for my love is gone.
Hunting the sacred grounds

Eleonora Woods

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