Blinded By the Setting Sun
between trees
beyond grass
up, on a hill
silent and waiting,
he stalks
at dusk she reaches
the hilltop,
eyes of a stranger
smiles…
no one heard
screams, yells, as he
savagely, grisly beat her…
raped her…
blinded by sunlight,
between trees
knowing, how beautiful
a sunset is…
she, can't recall his face.
Resting on a maple leaf
a robin, sings as it beats
its' breasts…
Nancy Duci Denofio
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DID YOU EVER WONDER WHAT BROUGHT YOU HERE?
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