The child’s eyes reflect the firelight,
Liquid eyes mirror the dancing flames.
She stares trancelike no longer thinking.
The windows of her soul closed
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Elizabeth,
I was sitting right there next to the girl by the fire as I read this. I could see the flames and feel the heat on my face and I could feel her pain.
Loved it. Another 10.
Gypsy
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Elizabeth, I was sitting right there next to the girl by the fire as I read this. I could see the flames and feel the heat on my face and I could feel her pain. Loved it. Another 10. Gypsy