They’re running lost,

hidden throughout time..

A life, what does it cost?


Ancient riddle,

walking dime, a child’s


now a distant quiet crime..


Lov of memories

eyes wide open,

softly driven, until we’re blind..

Their passion within

those honest loving families…


Captured imprisoned

hopeless lov

emotion darkened

fallen from above..

A human angel

wandering in societies



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