Looking Through A Child's Eyes (19) Read Count : 9

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Abhorrence of the destruction around me, as I walk steadily by the ruins of what was once my family's home.

Memories awaken, by the feeling of heat and smell of burning wood.

No place to call my own, no place I can ever call home.

All alone, with no family to hold me in their arms.

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  • Zypria  Love

    Zypria Love

    that's a sad poem

    Jan 09, 2019

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