The child on the empty beach runs, arms outstretched, to embrace a ball.
Her past lies there behind her
for she has felt her mother’s cheek warm against hers
has heard her mother sing a ballad at dusk.
The child on the empty beach with arms outstretched is running with the wind to embrace the world.
Erika Bizzarri 
Lovely poem!
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