Lost Little Girl…

 

 

Lost Little Girl

I do not know if you are alive or dead.

I see your face your voice never

forgotten. 

The sun does not rise in the morning, nor

fade into the west without a thought of you. 

I mourn, nights are sleepless and morning

eyes fill with fire.

No one more cherished, more loved, my

heart bears scars of torture.  Where are you

my lost little girl?

©2013.annjohnsonmurphree

http://www.amazon.com/Beyond-the-Voices-ebook/dp/B00D3KB8E6/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1371828490&sr=1-1&keywords=Beyond+the+Voices%2C+ann+johnson-murphree

 

 

Advertisements