Duy Bui - A mother, a son

Cold drops of rain fall
Through the cracks they crawl
On his young bald head
With his ma they nest
Warming drops of falling tears
Creep out from struggles and fears
Alone a mother
Alone a son
Music whispering through those many holes
Though too soft and sweet for uncomforted souls
Protection, big minds seek
Infant souls endure.

Duy Bui

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