Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 5,819 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Tears Of Childhood - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

If you cut a melon, it cries.
Squeeze it, it cries even more.
Who holds the key to unlock childhood's door?

Like coal that's hard and black. The pain is trapped.
Hard tears can wait a long time to be tapped.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2010


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