The little One

Picking up old plastic bottles, finding half-eaten food, sipping on old beverages and nipping in and out of supermarket bins.

A waif with no mother to hug her and no father to play games.

She is alone, yet when the moon shines full, the stars tell her of better days ahead.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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