For The Young Boy.

For the young boy,

The rock was his place area,

He would jump up and down over there.

He would bring all his friends over there.

They had build a palace over there,

Of small stones, sands and twigs.

For the young boy,

It was all nice and beautiful.

The birds would eat grains from his hand directly,

That rock, those stones,

All those things were as marvellous as the most magnificient,

It was his happiness, his joy, his everything,

That he had kept with him,

Always in the treasure house,

In his beautiful heart and,

He remained happy in his world,

For that was his kind.


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