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  A Child

Sitting at the window in my mind
Crying tears as numerous as the rain
Dark clouds blocking out the sun
Cold dampness chills her soul.
.
For years I saw this lonely child
Sitting on the window sill
Sadly staring out at an uncaring world.
Until one day I saw
.
Beyond the window at which she sat
The room filled with children
Each alone, untalking
Unable to reach out to each other

Copyright 1985; 2004: Lee Marsh

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