Faintly an image was pasted into my mind.
An image of a little girl,
walking in the cold winter alone.
Hairs disheveled, clothes all ragged,
and her face was full of sadness.

The cold wind stinging her face,
knocking her off the ground.
Tears rolled down her sensitive cheeks
as she called out for her mother,
But her mother never came to her call.

She stood there alone in her dim
and secluded world.
Feeling rejected, forgotten,
for her mother had not answered.

Afraid and lost, she walked down the heavy,
cold winter street.
Pale gray; the sky was painted,
crows encircling in an ill mannered way.
The crows covered their ears, and fluttered away.
As the clouds gave a mocking laughter,
grinning ruefully.....

The smile pinned to her face,
but her eyes full of pain.
Like a wounded bird,
she whimpered and mourned.
Endlessly walking into the cold and dreamy night.

Friday, April,2,1999
© 1999 by GoldenCrane7

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