Migration without change
The sunset that is never ending
The price that one never stops paying;
The listless, dry haze that covers the day,
Is more painful than one can say.
The faces changed; the little door became big
The smiles vanished; the expressions more tight-lipped.
The heat surged in. The winter went.
Still it is more painful than one can say.
The girls dance to the music and laugh
The carefree laughter, the sound... so alien
The little boy turns and looks up
The crease of the smile is also painful to say.
Acceptance, tolerance - two things more valuable than one can say.
posted by Tuya @ 22:16
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