Death of a child.

A Legend

Every time a child is born a new star comes to light,
and every time a little one dies that same star fades into night;
leaving a dark place in the heavens in memory of a life too short;
And if you look closely, through tears, you see a space in shape of a heart.

Poetry by Barbara Carleton
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Written on 2010-09-15 at 18:34

Tags Death  Legend 

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