"She stands over her baby's grave. So small, she thinks, how far, yet so near! She tears. The earth drinks Of her bitterness, of her sorrow. She drops on her knees, Too beat to look up, so torn inside. The sky..."
"She stands over her baby's grave. So small, she thinks, how far, yet so near! She tears. The earth drinks Of her bitterness, of her sorrow. She drops on her knees, Too beat to look up, so torn inside. The sky..."