Forsaken

The Forsaken

The peace which other seek they find;
The heaviest storms not longet last;
Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind
An amnesty for what is past;
When will my sentence be reversed?
I only pray to know the worst;
And wish as if my heart would burst.

O weary struggle! silent year
Tell seemingly no doubtful tale;
And yet they leave it short, and fear
And hopes are strong and will prevail.
My calmest faith escapes not pain;
And, feeling that the hope in vain,
I think that he will come again.

W. Wordsworth


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Shot in SecondLife at World's End Garden, using my SL avatar as a model.
Painted in Gimp.
Textures, thanks to:
Garr1971 [link]
Qosko-stock [link]
Innocencestock [link]
Almundena-stock [link]
Rubyblossom [link]
Lenabem-Anna [link]