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Echoes of Innocence

In the stillness, voices cry,
Children lost to shadowed sky,
Eyes that once held light and grace,
Now, vanish without a trace.

Tiny hands, too pure to harm,
Were torn away in war’s cruel alarm.
Laughter stolen, dreams undone,
Innocence eclipsed by a blazing sun.

They ran through fields of hope and play,
Unaware that night would steal the day.
Their world, so full of life and song,
Fell silent, where they did not belong.

The stars above their graves now weep,
For promises they couldn’t keep—
A future stolen, hearts torn apart,
The echoes of their lives still start.

In every tear, in every prayer,
In every whisper in the air,
The children’s voices call to us,
To remember them, to never hush.

For though their bodies may not stay,
Their light still guides us on our way.
In the silence of the night, they roam,
Forever children, never alone.

Source of the Painting

https://www.jewishmuseum.cz/en/collection-research/collections-funds/visual-arts/children-s-drawings-from-the-terezin-ghetto/