Lost Little Girl…

ann johnson-murphree

I do not know if you are alive or dead.

I see your face your voice never

forgotten.

The sun does not rise in the morning, nor

fade into the west without a thought of you.

I mourn; nights are sleepless and morning

eyes fill with fire.

No one more cherished, more loved, my

heart bears scars of torture.  Where are you

“my lost little girl”?

 

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2013.annjohnsonmurphree

 

All eBooks at the address below:

Beyond the Voices

http://www.amazon.com/Ann-Johnson-Murphree/e/B00CGBLQZO/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1375763518&sr=8-2

 

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