My boy never came,
Though I waited till dusk,
When the last bird returned to its nest,
Still I watched for him all through the night,
Till the sky turned gray in the dawning,
And the morning star was shining bright,
I'm afraid, fear runs down my spine,
He might have been killed,
And dumped in some unknown grave.
Mykoul
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