a red motorcyle
stands beside
a cemented fence
where some vines
with yellow flowers
are stucked
beside it is a
sky blue van
which is open
and empty
a man with bold
big stripes for a shirt
is pressing keys
on his cellphone
the window of this room
is closed
and the world is seemingly
noiseless
except for the child
who runs to the other side
of the road
because the mother
is busy asking
questions to the
banana cue vendor
a big truck on a fast speed
is approaching
the innocent child...
i cannot hear the sound
of the big screech
people are crowding
rushing
and i cannot see the
child anymore
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