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The Orphan

In somber twilight's quiet embrace, An orphaned child with tear-streaked face, Gazed upon a golden fruit, A symbol of solace, grief to mute. The fruit hung high, a treasure divine, A mother's love, that once did shine, A beacon bright of memories dear, Its glow bespoke of love sincere. Alas, no arms to hold, to guide, A void where once a heart resided, In wistful dreams, the child would roam, To find the warmth of love and home. The golden fruit, a spectral sigh, An echo of the lullabies, A fleeting glimpse of what had been, A mother's love, a bittersweet hymn.

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Date: 6/8/2023 3:26:00 AM
I enjoyed reading this, thanks for sharing this peice.
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Date: 4/9/2023 7:56:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts about an orphan through your unique poetic style. (I work as a volunteer social worker in our church orphanage.) Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you.
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