A poetry : Life is full of light

in OCD4 years ago

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The lamp of the house is lit.
The stream of tears in the eyes
The baby is starving
Lying in the dustbin
The luxury of kings.

This artificial premature
Mother's tenderness in the dry test
Direction lost
The child must be saved.

One day all the storms stopped
Life is full of light
I sit alone at the window,
I send a letter to those distant stars.