BIRTH
The rough surface of water
so calm underneath
quiet, tranquil and soft
The cold wind pierces wet skin
he shivers
there are no arms
to warm him
Sitting in wet sand
that scratches and cuts
his blood stains the ground
Clouds above
block the sun
as he walks
cold, troubled and alone
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8 December 2017
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