Slowly the rain drops seep
Along the walls of the cavern
Drip, drop, dripping
Pooling at the bottom
Into a mossy basin
Offering an easy drink
For you parched traveller
There you find a peaceful rest
However long your stay.
Slowly the tears run down
The cheeks of the child
Her world has disintegrated
You collect her tears on
The tip of your finger
It is salty to taste
Your thirst won't be sated here
Cruelty has to stop
Children are not to suffer.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
Sad and poignant
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