Painting Steve Hanks
Mommy sang me it,
Then my father. The song of
Joy and happiness.
Now I sing it to Sarit,
My childhood comes back to life.
20 Sunday Sep 2015
Posted Poésie
inPainting Steve Hanks
Mommy sang me it,
Then my father. The song of
Joy and happiness.
Now I sing it to Sarit,
My childhood comes back to life.
03 Thursday Jul 2014
Posted Sarah שָׂרָה, Textes d'hiver
inPainting by Zhaoming Wu
Morning:
I wake up,
I have a lonesome breakfast,
I wake up Sarit.
I run to the office, crying.
At noon,
I run back home, smiling.
To have a meal with Sarit
I run again to the office, crying
Evening:
I run to home, smiling
I have a walk with Sarit
I play with her
She goes to sleep
Again a walk
It’s time to sleep…
All those moments
far from her
Are stolen instants,
That I can never give back,
I feel guilty…
Will I see my daughter
Grow up?
11 Sunday May 2014
Posted Poésie
in21 Friday Mar 2014
Posted Sarah שָׂרָה
in21 Tuesday Jan 2014
Posted Poésie
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