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Envy

Bus ride Little boy plays with his thumb Bending Straightening Giggles and giggles In pure joy Sitting beside I look at my hands They look ugly and tired Evil too All sweetness taken away Nothing left to play with tenderly Before it ends The journey

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Black Matta

Date: 11/21/2018 10:08:00 AM

We will always envy kids, not only for their fingers and their hands, but for not being aware of all this hard life which took all the sweetness of our days. Good share, thank you!

Ibohal Kshetrimayum
Date: 11/22/2018 1:01:00 AM

Thank you. Sometimes, wishing to play like a kid, even in autumn.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 11/19/2018 9:59:00 AM

Great contrast here!

Ibohal Kshetrimayum
Date: 11/19/2018 10:21:00 AM

Thank you. Life's different colors. Thanks again