Far Away

There is a baby crying.
Far away.
Rocked by one who
never knew its soul.
Held by arms that
gently would enfold
the sorrow seeping
through its veins.
A scowl upon an angel's face.
A distant call.
A fall from grace.
A baby crying.
All too far away...
 

? Michaelette ?

3/26/2005
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