The sound of children suffering from some far off shore in my ear
The tears of first light shed a certain sadness as I listen for a sparse hope
But all that transmits is an echo of fear...
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
The sound of children suffering from some far off shore in my ear
The tears of first light shed a certain sadness as I listen for a sparse hope
But all that transmits is an echo of fear...
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