Peering into her little world
I see her shining eyes, alone
facing the wind.
With her lingering ailment
and white coffin
she carries her few belongings
for an unknown journey
on an unknown road.
A road
like the "air" or a "breath" empty
a street
like a dream without end
filled with creatures
of pale shadows and long silence
as if
a safe haven for innocent beings.
(In memory of Sana, my little niece)
Farid Gul, London, 12th February 2010
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