a third world country,
The place you only see
the darkness of a lifeless place,
People living along the streets
without care and love.
I can see everything at this height,
that's my advantage but also a disadvantage,
looking at the crime happening and can't help them.
It's like a thousand swords cutting through my heart.
Then, I see a young women holding a baby,
looking straight into my eyes.
She is shivering in that thin cloth.
She climbs up to me but keep falling down,
she didn't give up, she touches my heart.
My white fluffy tears start falling down.
She pick it up,
for er child but not for herself.
She sits next to me,shivering.
All I can do is stand there,
looking and staring at them,
thinking, there is nothing else I can do for them.
A COTTON TREE
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