it does not
really matter
what an apple of
an eye is,
after all we say
to each his own
our struggles are
ours alone,
my reality is not
yours,
no one is the
same as the other,
and so it happens
that the apple of our
eyes is just that
dog which we allowed
in our house
because it is raining
and we still have
shelter and food.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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To let a stray dog into your poem means it has a wonderful home.+++++10