A child carries small limbs
Compared to the people who are gigantic-
The adults, who have cared for their own feet
And their own Heaven.
Small, tiny feet,
Abraded all over,
Hurt and scraped by the dirt and stones!
The unversed people reject you,
Even when you drop
Iridescent light
Where you have positioned your feet.
You parade
Through the straight roads,
You brave the dangers, without flaw.
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