PROSE : I Give The Light


There is a little boy
shy and charming even if the world just too dark
he has light steps, sometimes tiptoeing, most of the time he runs.
Run and fall, Stand and tripped.

He has no mama
His papa long go with dada
his eyes never smile again
hurt by the consciousness

He shares no family
has no Christmas memories
This winter colder than last year
But the boy has nothing to fear

He going into the jungle
into the darkness
only to find himself
the one who has his fire

He is His
They are they
And He said "I give the light"
So they no longer fight


Jade
Days before Christmas



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