Little Girl
His humble home upon the lowly hills
In Where the moon, the silence keeps its ways
The chairs they rest in quiet corners stood
His body still a brooding lake of ice
The warmth was gone, the darkness made its grin
His terror broke, the blood the girl, she bleams
Copyright © Nathaniel Uy | Year Posted 2018
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