His Way

Careful steps

Feet barely touching the ground

He can’t be heard

Must make no sound

The father exists victorious

The child sleeps on the ground

Surrounded by a pile of toys

That mom never allowed

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths

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