wind scatters the fallen leaves
mother roams helpless
child in her arms
fleas merrily peel the stray
and her two pups
girl offers her flower
for a dime
as the clock strikes three
the devout race for a glimpse
the deity’s stone carved face
beams with divine grace.
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
wind scatters the fallen leaves
mother roams helpless
child in her arms
fleas merrily peel the stray
and her two pups
girl offers her flower
for a dime
as the clock strikes three
the devout race for a glimpse
the deity’s stone carved face
beams with divine grace.
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