A Call from BeyondA Poem by MoodyGrief.The door of the laundry room was ajar Vivid heartbeats were drumming in her ears Crippled with anguish, she stared from afar Unwilling to face one of her worst fears "Mummy, I'm cold," a faint, distant voice said She felt her stomach turn to burning ice For her child had now been two long years dead
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6 Reviews Added on January 9, 2016 Last Updated on January 24, 2016 AuthorMoodyNabeul, TunisiaAboutI'm a 3rd year English student, in Nabeul, where I've lived most of my life. I'm also into music (Jazz in particular) and I've been playing the trombone for over 3 years now. I'm fond of reading n.. more..Writing
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