By: Ardis E. Parshall - November 26, 2015 Star of Gold By Eva Willes Wangsgaard I. My neighbor’s window frames a golden starWhere last year hung its counterpart in blue,A sharp reminder of one gone too farTo walk again the friendly street he knew.Long weeks ago his mother hung it thereAnd still the dusk of grief is in her eyesAnd loneliness impossible to shareOr mitigate by kneeling where he lies.She neither dwells upon him nor evadesT...
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