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A Mother's Absence
A lonely boy,barely seventeen, writing sad and lovely words from a small room with open shades overlooking Everett's skyline: a lovely and quite town in the suburbs of Boston... Mother,distance is counted in miles, but to miss what inspires me is quite unmmeasurable and verbally indescribable mother,days become nights... and momorable moments cheer me up when I should cry, and be comforted by your tenderness! Daddy,left from this very place of truce, with a glance cold and undignified, his plane flew over Long Island where you courageously thrive on; he betrayed both son and spouse! Airplanes roar over the discolored roof of this huge and abandoned house; the yellow-chested parrot repeats his funny and banal jokes, unable to make me smile and laugh, because inside a sorrowful heart there's no place for joy and growth! Mother, the heavy snow is covering the roof-tops, and the firs and pines welcome it with zest; but I feel the coldness and can't rest... until I see the gladness back in those eyes!
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