The Child

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Ok this is from a poem I wrote, it goes like this.

The child -

The child walked along the shore,
The setting sun shinning on her face.

The child walked to the cliff and saw the moon,
The child smiled knowing she has the moon.

The child walked off the cliff, letting the darkness consume her everything.
A never ending hole of darkness
Where she's alone and can only cry
Her smile, still planted on her face.
She sees the moon as it sheds a tear.

Waking to see she is drowning
"Shining moon,"
The child spoke as she closed her tiring eyes.
"I'm lost and have left,
Let's still be friends..."

As she smiled, she stopped.
She left,
Water came.

She sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

To be forgotten....

By the dear moon....

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