A tomorrow that had come and gone
A future that had become past
A bloom withered
The tears withheld, untouched
Rains painting grey
The colourful pyre
Flesh to smoke
A ritual as ancient as man
The child lost in the grey
A tear or a smile
She didn’t know
Staring with a torn one-eyed teddy bear
Both as blind , both as innocent
Staring at the bewilderment
From their own corner of the world
A child's and a glass eye..
Staring and wondering...
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