a white child
is held by the hands
of a mother
beside them is
the father
quite a scene
about a happy
family
to start with
two lovers sit
under the shady tree
one steals a kiss
the other holds the face
the place is
filled with laughter
and teasing
inside is the
turbulence that
they all do not know
it is inside
me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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