A Lonely Child

Carlo Betocci's child
sits on a table and looks at the world
outside through a glass window

the view is too beautiful not to be touched
the high distant mountains
garnished by bluish clouds
and fingers of the sun
caressing the grassy plains

too far and yet too beautiful
the child couldn't help but caress the
glass window with his palms

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Share
 
 
This text contains a mistake
This text is duplicate
The author of this text is another person
Another problem

More info, if necessary

Your name

Your e-mail