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Call of an infant child
Contributed by
marziya
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Tuesday, 14th November 2006 @ 12:22:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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In the silence of the night
The full moon can be seen shining bright
The moon shatters with a piercing scream
A babies wail or so it does seem
A clutching hand reaches out to the sky
The infant in a crib of rubble does lie
Waiting, waiting for his mother to come
His young face bitter with tears
This infant child has his fears
Days pass and he is all alone
His throat is sore, his crying changes tone
All he can do is silently moan
For a family he had never known
Waiting, waiting for his mother to come
His rosy cheeks were now pale
His little heart did fail
His warm hands were now cold
He needed someone to love him, to kiss and hold
His hazel eyes closed and rested
Like a bird in the rubble he nested
Waiting, waiting for his mother to come
Copyright ©
marziya
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2006-11-14 12:22:57]
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Re: Call of an infant child
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by purplestary on
Tuesday, 14th November 2006 @ 12:37:16 PM AEST
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| very sad and powerfull image. your talent to make the reader see this image screams here. good job. |
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Re: Call of an infant child
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by MisfitMe on
Tuesday, 14th November 2006 @ 12:39:49 PM AEST
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Wow & Wow again...I'm stupefied by the power of this.Great light shed on this darkness!
BigLoveMuchPeace,
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