As the fingerless *****
grasps my hand
in a gesture of friendship,
persistent groups
of ***** children
tug at my sleeves,
whilst pink-eyed in the sun
the lone albino
stumbles
in the gutter,
in which the starving dog
furiously devours
fresh human waste;
& the helpless young man
withe the twisted limbs
lies gazing at the pitiless sky,
where the red & blue
paper kite
sways slowly in the breeze,
above the huge white cow,
sitting placidly
in the middle of the road,
beside which
the family of five
begin their evening meal.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
As the fingerless *****
grasps my hand
in a gesture of friendship,
persistent groups
of ***** children
tug at my sleeves,
whilst pink-eyed in the sun
the lone albino
stumbles
in the gutter,
in which the starving dog
furiously devours
fresh human waste;
& the helpless young man
withe the twisted limbs
lies gazing at the pitiless sky,
where the red & blue
paper kite
sways slowly in the breeze,
above the huge white cow,
sitting placidly
in the middle of the road,
beside which
the family of five
begin their evening meal.
Beauty
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