Little boy with tangled hair
Pulling a thread of wool
From a knitted black doll..
Unknown despair in his eyes
Man with baritone from far
Ran to him to show a dor
This sorrow seems nothing
To do with insects and dors..
Tiny little drops of salt tears
About to cross those cheeks
Then, heard a voice of woman
These eyes glowed with joy
Hopping to hug that women
Wrapped her with whole heart
Mama, i missed you said that boy
Looking at this period, man smiled
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