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ALONE
Two tiny cheeks were shivering
poised, tiny tears were quivering
silently, they slithered, down.
He stood there, quietly, all day
alone, he watched the children play
then turned, and sobbed
and left.
His tender heart was broken
from words that were unspoken
this tiny child was
mute.
(c) Crissouli July 2016
