Bright Poem by anna E

Bright



She speaks soft and uttering words to the ones who whisper there solom plea.
She sees tears of red blood running down there face. To her she too feels there tears of red blood.
She even crys out feeling the wounded hearts of them, even in the middle of the night.

She hopes her bright hand will touch the face of them.

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