Night by Elie Wiesel
The Look in Her Eyes
From this moment
Separation
Completely broke her
They look in her eyes
As they stared into mine
And I had but one desire
Seeing her alive again
She continued to scream
Breathless…
Mercy
Terrible awaken
Under the authority of the German army
She’s mad, poor soul
Our flesh… creeping
Auschwitz.
Darkness of the night
Shame in our souls
In front of us flames.
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