Having Migraine Three Days In A Row

In
white eyes,
the frame of a black face,
says the deep, almost
were transparent,
the absence of happiness, the desire for serenity
,
you're there,
sad and lonely,
little boy, frightened look
,
eyes of misery, there
an entire continent,
that flows from your black iris,
is the lack of a family in a cozy house that
you cradle them ...
looking
remains hopeful
holding my hand,
squeezing with the fingers
never noticed you smile.
Your teeth do not see the light of the sun,
remain in the dark inside the little mouth, but now
collapses, you fall asleep
quiet
a moment of serenity ...
You deserve it,
little boy, sad-eyed
.

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