The Abandon Child
I stand alone as an abandon child. Lost without anyone in my life. I'm trying to
find my way, but keep getting tangled in the weave of life. A weave that changes is
pattern and form every second and every turn. Every time I think I find an end the
weave moves another way.
Copyright © Celiann Lowman | Year Posted 2007
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