A Cup Of Water!
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Eric Cockrell
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watching falling stars....
or the look your eyes
dont lingering give...
the tone of your voice
haunts graveyards before children,
silences the final clock!
and we walk not alone amid ghosts
and disembodied bodies....
all reaching out with bleeding lips....
no murmur, no cries, silent soldiers
bearing the burnt cross of life....
searching for freedom, and
a cup of water!
Bu şiiri puanla
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