Rii Abela Poems

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1.
Children Of The Slums

Imagine waking up on a filthy, uneven floor -
light coming solely through the flimsy wooden wall.

Imagine trudging through the mud barefoot -
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2.
Stages Of Dementia

Early:

I am scared.
Whom will I become?
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3.
Old Italy

With eyes closed tight I walk the street,
Breathing in to northern wind.

Drowning me in memories,
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