The crystal tear drops
Of a child
Fall swiftly
To the ground.
Forgotten and foresaken
who is she
To look upon the world
As if she, is somebody.
Fearful, watching
How does she live
Without acceptance
As a mere token, of solitude.
Her tears
Are my tears
though mine are lost
Within the turmoil.
Her fate
foretold, foreseen
Cruel and bitter
She is but a child,
Composed, of crystal tear drops. |
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