Dry Cry

the child of a distant mother whose cry ran dry over the other, the child of nothingness in winter whose feet ran cold to the toe, to whom were she without a glow to the unknown? for whom need she commute when she does crawl than norm? then who must follow when she cries to the voice of a soul child; so dry? where is the father gone too long or were there a mother, done too long? whose child a tender care must one render to which child than love of a parent? her lips cracked in instances and tears long soaked in her tearful skin... opn28032013/0315