Trudges On
Dundund prudundun
Droplets drumming dead the door;
Tettle-little lylyettle
Celestial tears tickling ivory eaves.
Tapping toes on a hardwood floor.
Ceiling soaked of sobbing sky,
Child choked as heaven's eye.
Sole soul soaked by sweat
And tears.
Shattered shelter swimming
In fears.
Child trips, yet trudges on.
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