The child in my arms wept
but no longer she breathes life
her tears streak on the right side
her eyes sparkled of light
Her chapped lips from
choosing not to drink water
its corners slowly arched
a smile of content
after a long journey in the dessert
she fades like a ghost
her body beneath the ground
Oh child.
I promise to keep us hidden.
No more next time of revealing us whole.
We will live and live and live and live and live...
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Fixed
PoetryWritten in this book are poems for the broken wishing to be fixed or repaired rather than fixed or to remain in the same place. In this collection, you can read the challenge and growth of the author themselves... it there is any. After all, it is...
