Cries

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Cries
Kay Rice
5/1/2014

A cry is made in the dark of the night,
Shrill and cold, filled with fright.
The stars shutter to hide behind clouds,
The wind whispers, beneath nights shroud.

A whimper, a cry, from far, far away,
A dream, a memory refusing to give way.
Pain that breaks the heart and the soul,
Then hushed away as morning bells toll.

A prayer is sent to the heavens above,
A soul is lost and is begging for love.
A tear is shed from eyes, blinded by fear,
As loneliness engulfs the innocent here.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: KAY L. RICE
PLEASE DO NOT REPRODUCE WITHOUT THE AUTHORS WRITTEN PERMISSION.

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