CHOICE
A swirl of sand danced, with the rising wind,
In the blazing dusk, a brutal chill sets in.
Two bony, scorched feet paused in mid-walk,
Same lifeless eyes, to the ground they were locked.
A baby’s whimper erupted from below,
Gnawing Her dead skin and Her even blacker soul.
Time stood still, but finally She bends…
In Her arms She now carries a new weight,
Away from survival, and into the arms of Fate.
nov06
1 comment:
Twinny, who wrote this...YOU!??!?!?! Oh MY GOD...you are so talented! Now u are proving urself to be an all-round artist! It's unbelievably poignant...i love it!
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