Sunday, 14 August 2011


The laughter of a child
brings back my memories of a kid
who was never mine
but that I loved as my own.

It haunts me, now and then.

I chase them away immediately
as if they were mosquitoes menacing to sting me.

Reminding that the kid is 11 and I do not know him,
still feels like waking up from a vivid dream.

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