Dying child, dying child,
Are you still there?
Can you tell me if this is fair,
I close my eyes,
And pray for good sleep,
But lord I beg you,
For my soul to keep,
Dying child, dying child,
Can you still see me?
I'm sitting here,
Under the willow tree.
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A Beginners Journey In Poetry.
RandomI had wanted to start working on poetry and I've learned a lot about it. I wanted to learn a way to express myself and use my passion which is writing. I enjoy poetry and creative writing because it feels like the part of me that I had been missing...
