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And onward walks she and her peers
Like solemn sovereign isles,
bereft of joy in stoic tears
and more, she never smiles.
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Very close to bellicose
belie their hidden smiles
The worlds they live they keep too close
these solemn sovereign isles.
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So few convey an inner joy
they trek on endless miles,
withdrawn on self and thoughts employ
these solemn sovereign isles.
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©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011
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Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
I really am touched by this poem.
oh my favorite… love this one…
amazing thoughts.
you made her live.
🙂
You have way with words, nice poem.
Methinks this one is good. Quite good–love the flow 🙂
poignant and beautiful 🙂
Perfect rhythm and rhyme. Very nice work.
profound.
🙂
the tiltle itself gives ne instant impression of loveliness.
Amazing flow of words that keeps rhythm with the walk. Poignant.
elegant.
love your perceptions,
Touching and with a leaven of humour.