Out of the blurry, hazy mists
She rises.
Her eyes filled with tears,
Her lips constantly
Uttering tormented, lamentous cries
About her lost babes --
Babes drown in the river
By her own hands.
For her crimes
An eternity
She spends
Walking along the river
Wailing and weeping
For her beloved children.
Now that you know
The story of
La Llorna
Take heed:
Love and care
For all children,
Regardless of age,
For they are
Among life's truest treasures.
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