A Lonely Child Poem by RIC BASTASA

A Lonely Child



Carlo Betocci's child
sits on a table and looks at the world
outside through a glass window

the view is too beautiful not to be touched
the high distant mountains
garnished by bluish clouds
and fingers of the sun
caressing the grassy plains

too far and yet too beautiful
the child couldn't help but caress the
glass window with his palms

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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