Not a Fairy Angel, My Dear..
10 years old boy asked me:
“Is fairy angel real?
If yes, I wish you would be my fairy angel
So I just call out your name anytime I need you
Even in the midst of sorrows, I can run to you
You will wave your magical stick
And I will see a beautiful garden full with candies and chocolates
Milky fountains and freshness air
No tears and no pains
When happiness would be the only thing allowed
Is it real? ”
Then he looks into my eyes
Both of us know that I am not the fairy angel
And we are live not in the fairy land
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Jakarta,070324
poem by George Sicillia
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