Sad Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

There is a time when morning air
hangs silently from clouds
and shrouds of gauze wrap everything
and sounds are not allowed

It is a time when sadness looms
in hearts and souls of those
who never found their way on earth
and never wore warm clothes

No words or kind encouragement
can draw them from that place
where haunted memories abound
and will not be erased

There is a time when morning air
hangs silently from clouds
and shrouds of gauze wrap everything
and sounds are not allowed.