Auschwitz Auschwitz by Laura Nelson Candles lit in sacred silence Children playing in the streets, People loaded onto cattle cars, soldiers threatening. I close my eyes, but still see people with blank faces, piles of empty suitcases, torn shoes, breathing, but not living. But my mind never loses sight of the tragic faces of children who used to play in the streets, nor the flaming star of David which remains branded on my heart.
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