The Weeping Children.
The somber moods of the weeping children,
The tears of blood they shed,
Into crevasses of broken hearts,
And soiled minds,
The sadness in their souls,
Are to be remembered for eternity.
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PoetryThoughts, feelings, ideas, the important and the not. They say you express yourself through art, through paint on canvass or a strum of your guitar. Your entire being, your soul, poured out to create a single piece of artwork that gives others jus...
