Shimmering Emily
Hides the sun
The way that our Lady
Of Fatima did when She
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And so, what is now left But to let my hair Grow long and straggly, Like a Nazarene, And wait for the King. Beauty of hopefulness..Nice stanza poet. 10+ for it. Subhas
A sense of suffering and loss permeates this poem. And then the age old question, now what, sumed up brilliantly in your closing lines.