The deaf and dumb child scribbles on a paper,
Nobody pays attention,
Thinking him meaningless,
But the child continues with profound concentration,
I proceed closer to him and discover in amazement that
The child has already drawn a brilliant picture,
More meaningful than many wise men, though not fully refined.
It's the picture of a child who is running in the pleasant sunshine joyously and independently,
Holding the national flag of his nation.
With a peculiar gesture he tries to convince me something,
But I am already convinced;
Dear child, don't be frustrated,
Go on your scribbles,
You are a fabulous artist.
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