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The tear sparkles in the orange flare of the morning light.
She watches the horizon, far distant
in the desolate land.
Green earth rolls out in all directions, but all is
forsaken to her
while he is distant.
She holds herself, arms wrapped tightly
close to her chest
since his strong arms
cannot.
She is waiting for him to return from
a battle waged
in solitude.
This part of him she cannot know.
It is his
alone.
He may not return to her.
And she knows.