Decrepit little child, don’t cry <br />Hear the sweet angel’s voice <br />Listen to the silky soft words <br />And let them flow through <br />Like a stream of comfort trickling amongst the brittle hollows <br />He shall guide you <br />His skin brings shivers to the touch <br />With eyes that say so much <br />He’ll hold out his hand and take you in <br />Curl up in his palm <br />And wait for life to truly begin.<br /><br />Lily Espinosa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-theres-nothing-left/
