The Lullaby of Small Child
Small child, lying on the grass
Awaiting the signs of mourning pass
When his father's eyes bloom
Like night flowers in June.
But the snowflakes fall like the teardrops he can't escape,
Like the loss that caused his world to shake.
And evening comes, and all is silent.
Small child, lying in wait.
Small child, trying to
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