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Sunday, July 16, 2006

As I Stare

As I stare at the vehicles
Passing through the sky: pure white,
I behold: a white figure
Very far away...
Is that my grandma?
Riding on them, white and pure
Like the clouds,
I stare at her
Oh!
Would she be able to see me, read my thoughts
How lonely I feel without her.
O grandma, take me away with you
To fairyland forever.
Would there be Alice of Wonderland,
Goldilocks? I would make friends with them
I am
Tired sick of this world
Its reality slowly
Reveals its horrible face to me
And I feel afraid, terribly bad,
And the people I live with
Are like artificial machines,
Screaming, working, but without a heart,
Even their laughter doesn't soothe
It bursts out like thunder
And destroys..
Sadia Arman
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