Lapping tide

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Lapping tide

Postby Saturn » Thu Sep 03, 2015 11:16 pm

Lapping tide

Face in the sand,
A shallow grave,
The lapping tide
Sweeps the tears
Millions of eyes
Have shed today.

A stranger's arms
Cradled the boy;
Burden of shame.
The sand pressed
By his little form
Reformed by now.

No comfort comes,
Ebbing fast away;
Retreating, we
Tear our faces in
Horror away with
Hollowed hearts.

R.I.P. Aylan Kurdie
"Oh what a misery it is to have an intellect in splints".
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