I stand by the banister in the balcony and stare at the stars
some are shiny while others are gloomy,
the ones I stare at the most are the gloomy ones
this is when I think about the children on the street with no possibility of a brighter future
I fight to hold the tears in my eye with concern
but when I stare at the bright ones, I can imagine the smile on my face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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