What are these but
Some few hastened
Silly feelings
Cut and pasted
Fit for no one
Lost and wasted
For catharsis
To be tasted
Only by a
Little boy.
Meaning hidden
In the scribble
Of the poet's
Rhyme and riddle
Must be found there
In the middle:
Faith and truth and
Hope un-little
Shining through this
Growing boy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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