Broken Arrow
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Sandra Feldman
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Like Thorns of Solitude,
Absence hurts,
The broken heart,
A lark, no longer sings,
Can't move its wings
In sweet depart.
There is no 'brand new start',
After a while, even a smile
Becomes a hurting memory
Of what again can never be.
And you start to fall apart,
Slowly but surely,
Broken arrow in the heart.
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