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The Orphan
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The Orphan |
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anwaarhassan Member
since 2003-07-09
Posts 181Menifee, CA 
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The Orphan I saw her near a ware-house On a cold, stormy night; Where she sat huddled, shivering I felt pity at her plight. As I came closer, she looked up From amidst her dowdy finery, And I beheld the face of a mere child Scarred by abject misery. Bony her limbs and bony her face Disheveled hair crowned her head Her eyes were limpid pools of pain Disillusionment, fear and neglect. I hastened to help this poor child But she cowered as if in fear And with silent steps she scurried away As if she wanted no one near But to this day, whenever I hear Tiny feet pattering and voices shrill The little orphan haunts my dreams Crouching in the cold and shivering, still. |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
So much misery and pain in this world...but there is beauty and serenity too. Welcome to passions  [This message has been edited by ecrivan (07-23-2003 10:35 AM).] |
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gemjop Member Elite
since 2002-11-18
Posts 2587Pencilveinia, USA |
Anwaar, oh this is so sad. Whenever i seepeople in need, it kills me too. especially children. So many people close their eyes to things such as this, just because its easier to turn your back. you didnt. And i refuse to. I do voluntary work with the salvation army, and its so wonderful to know you've helped someone who really needed you. We need more people to care in this world don't we? sigh. compassionately written m friend. into my library. love gem xxxxxx Instant karma's gonna get you. |
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