HI Grace,
Great poem. Some suggestions - as you wish.
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I saw him crouched {upon} [by] the busy road{side}, In dreams his palm, {was still} outstretched in hope. This child whose dusky face was so angelic {Was} fettered to his mother by a rope.
{Then} as I watched, he stirred, {and}[his] eyelids opened, Revealing eyes that spoke of many things, Of lovelessness {and}[yet] unrelenting hunger, Framed by an aura[,] which to the valiant clings.
Compassion stirred from deep within my being, {My} heart was pounding loud within my breast. What could I do? How {help}[to] relieve his suffering? {But}[only] toss a coin –[ ]and pass by like the rest?
Any use?
All the best, James.
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