Shallow winds brush against the treetops.
A creature walks below the bows, soft and nimble like a fox.
You won't hear it coming, no crunch of leaves, nor an uttered word.
It's always searching.
Constantly lurking, beneath the water, and the earth.
Hope that you never find it.
Or you may lose your conscience wit.
It traps and snares the unfortunate kid.
Always searching for the one it lost.
A mother's lament, you do not cross.
On and on, she searches for her son.
A mother's work is never done.
Watch your children hold them tight.
La Llorona comes at night.
Always searching, always yearning.
Never able to stop her mourning.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
