The Tears Of Childhood Poem by Sheena Blackhall
The Tears Of Childhood
Rating: ★4.5
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.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
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