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Hiding
A child hides in purple tinted sweetness;
Outside a storm is brewing.
Leaves and petals try to shield from dark rains;
Yet, still, the cold, wet touches.
Shivering in misery, she stays still;
Hoping not to be noticed.
She still shivers there within me, herself;
Waiting for the storm to end.
Reaching for the sunbeams and the flowers;
Arms raised for me to save her.
God weeps for us both, this child and myself;
For only I can reach her.
©
Rhoni
1999
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