by Kari Robbins

Created on: April 24, 2008

A quite whisper in the calm of the night.
The screams of terror in the light of day.
For life is always by-passing itself.
A child of light lost in the dark.
A child of pain blinded by the light.
A child wishing to feel the warmth of love.

To see love born inside of the unwanted.
The throwing away of a true friendship.
The ones who show love for the outcasts.

The peace of the days,
spent in a white haze,
in the time of the black fog.
For love is always there,
for anyone to grab,
take the love for you,
yet give it to somebody in need

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