Connecting the past child to

The mother of the present,

From the passing of the

Imagination of the

Silent nights

Comes a nightmare to the awakened,

The night drops

Its dress to the rising

Rays of the sun,

And the shadow takes her

grief to the sands,

Does the dawn hear her cry?

A child of yesterday vanishes,

With no trace,

With no goodbye,

The new day, the future

Shatter the peace of yesterday,

Bewildered by what comes next;

Tears filling the oceans?,

Blood painting the shores?,


No homes to go to?.

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