When the Children Cry...
Little Child Little hands Frolicking in the sand Tiny bits of golden grains And crystalline sparkles on the shoreline Wingless angels propped the surface Of a portrait’s promise A silhouette creation to perfection Children of the horizon Tiny footprints Of mirth and innocence Delicate faces of cloudlessness Bemused nature bears witness On the affluence of their existence As their clueless rhythm Sashay over the land Echoing voices of a future promise Fragile mind Of defenseless children But with... Sign in to see full entry.