Poem

Her

Her face of a newborn baby

Sleeping safe and sound under the protection of her mother

Seasons past and days grow old

She matures through time 

Forgotten through time she looks forward to being loved once again

Mail can travel but emotions cannot

Thick mist covers the lies to be told

Hands could not be held through the fog

Slowly she dies as the moonlight fades

The sun rises and life goes on

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