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Poems 2004 She looks like a child,
With daisies in her eyes,
Blood on her hands,
Silent as she cries.
The moon shines above,
Black as it dies,
Stars shatter,
Falling from the skies.
Blood stains the grass,
And blood is in her hair,
Blood taints her lips,
Death is in her stare.
The angels weep,
And blood stains their tears,
Crying for innocence,
And the loss of a child's years.
I think this is an excellent poem. There is so much hurting and pain, and is a cumulation of the experiences in your daily life. It does seem so very hard at times, and you struggle and struggle just to get by each day. Hugs
Bill Murray