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Mar 2017
Her pink cheeks
Flushed out of blood,
Her lips a cold blue
Her neck slanting forward sitting on the cold wooden floor
Shivering hands tremble to touch her and wake her
Tears too many to dry

Calling her name
Her children quickly surround her
Each distressed with fear
Their voices trembling too

Is it too late to save her
Have we neglected her suffering
Have we been too blind to see
The life she gave to us with love so gracefully
Samar Almont
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Samar Almont  Malaysia
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