The Child

The little child sits watching
the snow cover the yard.
Slowly, the snowflakes fall down,
Not falling easy, not falling hard.

She draws a face on the window,
Hoping someone will see
Her little piece of artwork,
Drawn by a hand so free...

But everyone is busy,
Tumbling in the snow,
Being watched by a child
They don't even know.

ŠKaci 1996

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