THE LONELY CHILD
In shadows cast by fleeting light,
A lonely child awaits the night.
No voice to call, no hand to hold,
A world of dreams both bright and cold.
The stars above begin to glow,
Yet in their gleam, the silence grows.
A wish for love, a fleeting spark,
To warm the heart left in the dark.
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