Soledad

in true faith to her name
she lives alone in a small house
on the side of a hill

the trees are cut and the grasses
have grown taller
the house sheds of window panes
pillars recede their heights

soledad in true faith to her name
continues to live alone in that small house
on the side of the dead hill

she waits for her beloved
who long died in the war.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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