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by Carol Bass

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ON HEARING MORE CHILDREN HAVE DIED

the afternoon sun, its soft wind
are here to cradle our weary souls
the old beach road from east to west
reaches silent in the sunset
sand spurs once were the only pain

our children all over the world
were so new
wished only to laugh
and play with love

so love more
whisper to their souls
for forgiveness
our bodies our minds
are racked in fear
send them back
to deep heaven to rest
for other lives

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