Noor's spot on the net.
The Children
sinking deep into my soul,
searching for lost innocence,
hanging on to that pillar of hope......
my heart saw the eyes of the children,
bewildred... lost... confused... longing...
crying into the depths of the night..
calling.. listening........... calling.. listening.......
for the sound of footsteps in the dark,
but none came,
not even a word,
not even a whisper riding the rustling wind.........
the whimpers of pain...
glide into the night........
27 September, 1998
KL
searching for lost innocence,
hanging on to that pillar of hope......
my heart saw the eyes of the children,
bewildred... lost... confused... longing...
crying into the depths of the night..
calling.. listening........... calling.. listening.......
for the sound of footsteps in the dark,
but none came,
not even a word,
not even a whisper riding the rustling wind.........
the whimpers of pain...
glide into the night........
27 September, 1998
KL