Have you ever heard a child weep?
In my tears, I'd like to steep.
I want to sob, I want to sweep
like an aching child half asleep.
Let me voice my pain till it grows.
I want my heart to stain till it snows.
I want to be a child, I want to sow.
Maybe till I learn, rise and strow.
Have you ever seen a child weep?
I was his teardrops falling deep.
-sing me to sleep,
H I R A Y A.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
