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Nov 2019

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
How long have you been there,
watching the snow?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
What is it that you want
to know?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
How long will you be there,
and will you ever go?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
Will you ever be loved,
or have a home?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window...


This Sunday is the day of Orphans.

I have seen orphans sitting by the window like this before, and it felt like a knife went through my heart when I did.
All who have a family, a house, food; don't take it for granted.
Because there are so many who don't have it...
Masha Yurkevich
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Masha Yurkevich  16/F/Playing the piano...
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