In the Wasteland
by Christine Hall Volkoff
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Seeking refuge... |
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Out there, far away,
There is a light,
I am lost
In the wasteland
Let me in, I ask
Comfort me,
Warm me up,
But who am I?
Take me as I am, I ask
Under my disguise,
I am bare and true ,
A stranger, a refugee,
From the wasteland…
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| Reviewed by neerja gandhi |
3/17/2010 |
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| ooopss |
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
3/17/2010 |
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| Christine, Light can be many things, my guess is love. .. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
3/17/2010 |
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Interesting write...would we in this new age of distrust and terrorism, not to mention heartache and heartbreak be willing to take someone in and offer them refuge...
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| Reviewed by Andy Turner |
3/17/2010 |
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Hmmmm. I need to think about this. A naked woman (even if metaphorical. blokes don't know that word) turns up wanting to be comforted. Naa you're right, you have lost your mind. LOLOL.
It does bring to mind a short story by Tolstoy.
Okies come on in and sit by fire place. |
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