Little
Boy
All
Tender
And
Mild
Watched
His
Mother
But
After
A
While
Her
Tears
Began
To
Rain
He
Felt
Her
Hug
And
Then
Air's
Tug
Before
He
Never
Thought
Again
A
Baby's
Cry
After
Rushed
Goodbyes
Led
Them
To
Their
Death
Mother's
Lie
Was
Quick
To
Die
For
Father
Wanted
Him
Hush a bye baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.
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Ramblings of the Soul (✅)
Poesía1st Place Winner of The Diamond Awards 2017 1st Place Winner of The Angel Awards 2017 Best Cover Winner of The Coruscate Awards 2017 Best Title Winner of The Wicked Awards 2018 • • • Hello, friend! Do you crave a horrific end or just simply a morbid...
