The Orphan Poem by Elis Mita
The Orphan
The frozen streets in moonshine glitter.
The moonlight hour has long been ha'd.
Ah me! the wind blows deadly 'n bitter.
And I'm alone, in peace and far.
In every vein seems life to languish.
Their evilness my arms no more can bear.
But no one feel the Orphan's anguish.
And no one hears the Orphan's pray'r.
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: orphan
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