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Lapping tide

PostPosted: Thu Sep 03, 2015 11:16 pm
by Saturn
Lapping tide

Face in the sand,
A shallow grave,
The lapping tide
Sweeps the tears
Millions of eyes
Have shed today.

A stranger's arms
Cradled the boy;
Burden of shame.
The sand pressed
By his little form
Reformed by now.

No comfort comes,
Ebbing fast away;
Retreating, we
Tear our faces in
Horror away with
Hollowed hearts.
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R.I.P. Aylan Kurdie